Prarilius Canix’s idea is so weird that we just had to try it. His description:
A thread to discuss wungs. What are wungs, you may ask? Animal, vegetable, mineral, subatomic particle? Nobody knows. Yet. This thread could be a place to post recent wung sightings and theories, and to cross-check them with other people. I know it’s crazy, but this could be the next big thing. Plus, we’ll eventually figure out what they are. Maybe.
Patience, Please
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Wungs? Oooh, they’re a legendary creature on Dekrane. There are many stories of them passed on by word-of-mouth, but none of them actually describe the wungs. I picture them as fuzzy little balls of cotton with legs.
wungs, huh? i’ve never seen a wung, but i have seen a wong.
*First post dance*
I have never heard on a wung but;
wung (n) a mineral based life form. it has a life span of 31.41 years and is slow moving. It is roughly spherical in shape, with a gray metallic colour that changes with mood.
Suppertime!!!!
I spotted a large wung last night, heading due east from Tamworth. It was rotating slowly and appeared to be in a hurry. I think it was being chased by raggets, but they’re too small to spot in the undergrowth at dusk.
they probably look like little fluffy pom-poms with legs arms sticking out and eyes hidden in the fluff.
attemt to draw one below
dumb yet strangely cute.
they like to escape and sniff roses then burn them.
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darn my picture got messed up!
whoops
I will draw a picture then send it to the GAPAS! Froodeh….
I seennnnnt iiiiitttttt.
THANK YOU GAPAS!!!!
What we have found out about wungs:
They are legendary on Dekrane, but they are apparently also found in Tamworth. While accounts vary, all descriptions agree that they are roughly spherical.
Oh, and their only known natural enemies are raggets. I wonder if wungs could be instrumental in Mostly Harmless…
I’d imagine wungs as being great big fuzz-balls. But…with the power to electrocute someone. And they bounce really high, kind of like walking on the moon. They emit small squeaking noises when agitated…They’re cute!! I want one!
Are wungs similar to tribbles?
My theory is that the mineral-based life form described in post 3 is the larval stage of the wung, and that it cracks out of the hard, stony shell as one of the fluffballs described in post 1. The adult stage moves faster than the larval stage. I think I’ll try to see if I can find a wung.
I found a wung nest near a creek under a grass tussock. I think they are nocturnal, because the wung was resting, and in PB&J’s report it was around dusk. It scampered out of the way before I could see it, though. Man, they’re quick.
I just looked up tribbles on Wiki. Yes, wungs are similar, but they have visible legs.
OFFICIAL NOTICEI will offer 5 tons of virtual choklit to the first person that captures a wung. If you do so, please keep it in a secure environment that is similar to the one you found it in, and post an accurate description of its physical characteristics. I will post directions for experiments to perform with it. None of these will involve harming the wung. For every experiment performed, I will give 1 additional ton of virtual choklit.
10 – They will definitely be useful. I have seen 12 wungs in my virtual backyard, quite often, and they are extremely talented.
15 – Yes…. there are twelve, I believe, in my virtual backyard. However, I refuse to capture them, and will settle with describing them. I don’t need 5 tons of virtual choklit. Where does one put 5 tons of choklit? Not to mention 12 Wungs…
Here is a description of the said wungs:
They vary in color, although 11 out of twelve of mine are an odd mix of tangerine and rasberry-colored. The other is hot pink, with blinding white features and large sticky-outey ears.
Alright, I’ll post more later.
16- See if the hot pink one displays any unusual behavior.
Wung= winged lung. You know I’m right. xD
never heard of wungs before, but they sound….er….interesting
16, 17: Hot pink creatures tend to be rather assertive, to put it mildly. I’d be careful around those HPWs, THF!
17 – I’m working on it. It’s proving quite difficult. I used to be able to watch them for hours, and they wouldn’t mind. But now that I’m on a mission, they aren’t as easygoing with me. Hm… the hot pink one seems to be quite a bit slower than the rest. I wonder if it has something to do with its colossal ears? It’s possible. I would like to perform a test on that.
Wungs’ eating habits
The wungs found in my virtual backyard seem to eat little. The occasional dust bunny is held captive for 2 hours, in something that seems to be a ritual, then heated. They heat things in an odd way. No fire is necessary. They seem to have a strong body heat that they can produce, which will cook the few things that they need to stay alive. As a PoPoPo, I get a certain amount of virtual choklit, (as well as through Museica – Pwt’s choklit fountain gives off plenty of choklit) so I performed an experiment with the Wungs. What would they do with choklit? I tossed them a small piece of dark, a large piece of white, and about half a Hershey bar’s worth of milk. The results blew me away.
It seems that the Wungs do not detect motion, and that they do not have a sense of smell. They may not have a sense of taste either, for the bliss humans experience when eating choklit did not seem to occur in the Wungs. The hyperness that occurs in humans after eating choklit did not seem to occur in Wungs either. Anyway, here is what I recorded about the Wungs’ behavior immediately after being tossed the three types of choklit:
1. They don’t seem to notice the choklit at all. They sit facing each other, the shiny hot pink Wung dancing around them. Wait a second….. shiny? Yes, shiny! This hot pink Wung must have just changed from larva to Wung, and still has the shine of metal on his cottonball body! Alright, that’s not what this test is for.
I continued to pretend to write, not even realizing that my pencil never touched the paper, too fascinated by their behavior and too excited about my discovery. If I can remember how they acted, I’ll post it.
I hope to perform an experiment on why the hot pink Wung does not move nearly as quickly as the others – hopefully before he/she/it becomes an adult. When he/she/it becomes an adult, I hope to perform a follow-up test to see what has changed. (If anything)
I also want to find ways to tell the Wungs apart and give them names. I hope I can do it….
The Lungs of a Wung
The lungs of a wung are similiar to a rat’s except for the fact that wungs have gills and are able to breathe underwater as well as above-ground. They are also coarted with a thick protector tissue so the lungs are hard to pierce.
22 – Oh really? I should test that out on “my” Wungs…. they haven’t shown any signs of swimming interest or anything! Maybe it’s only if they have to. Are they considered amphibians, I wonder?
In case anyone was worried, I think I should point out that raggets aren’t really wung predators. They’re just mischievous, really. They love to creep up on an unsuspecting wung and roll it. It doesn’t harm the wung, but it curses and spits like anything, because it disturbs its train of thought, which is invariably deep and solemn. The wung either takes to its heels and runs, desperately trying to remember what it was thinking of, in which case the raggets will merrily give chase, or if it’s in a really bad mood, it’ll lash out with a lub line, striking one of the raggets sharply on the back of its mogle. Then you generally see the raggets running for their lives, with the wung in hot pursuit. It’s all a big game. No-one ever gets hurt.
(24) Ah, that would explain the origin of the phrase “feeling ragget rolled” or just plain “raggeted” when one can’t concentrate. Also illuminates a saying I’ve often wondered about (especially since it’s usually directed at me): “to spit like a wung.”
25 – We should start some new phrases! Every experiment conducted should come with a new phrase.
Wung?
Oh, I saw a rare platinum wung in my virtual neighborhood. It was getting the poo beat out of it by a chipmunk.
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I like triangles.
A virtual chipmunk, of course.
From the experiments conducted by our agent in the field, THF, I deduce that the stony coating of the larval Wung does not crack and fall off, but instead splits into many hairs. The wungs do not develop their fast motion for some time after metamorphosis. Also, the extreme body heat concentration may be a result of the electric effect that mature wungs produce. I have not been able to come to a conclusion about their indifference to choklit, though.
SM2K, will you keep an eye on the platinum wung? I believe it was in the larval stage. Will you also tell us when it sprices? (Spricing is the splitting of the larval shell into many hairs.) I think it may be a rare species, the holy grail of wungologists, so to speak.
My theory about wungs is that they originated on Dekrane, but were wiped out by natural disaster or hunting. (Kiki, are there any disasters in Dekranian legend that seem to coincide with the disappearance of wungs?) However, a group of wungs survived in the larval stage (which is much more resilient than the adult stage, and can go into suspended animation in the absence of resources) and were blasted off the planet on a piece of debris from a meteorite impact. That debris eventually landed on Earth, where the wungs finished their development and began breeding. So far, there have been several species spotted.
Long Eared Wung
Common or Garden Wung
Greater Wung
And one unidentified species that has only been seen in the larval stage, called “Platinum Wung” until it is classified
I heard that wungs like to play golf. I saw one one time trying to play golf with a stick and a dung beetle’s dung ball. It was very interesting.
I have three wungs in my yard: two green ones and a black one.
Black Wungs
The black wung seems solitary and aggressive. Upon approaching it I noticed two large fangs! More study is needed.
Wung Sight?
If wungs can see, they can’t while they’re rolling. When one of my wungs was about to roll into a tree, another, who was eating, turned and made two odd sounds which I can best described as someone dying of thirst trying to scream like a little girl. More study is definatly needed.
There are a couple Garden Wungs in my mom’s garden. Sha’s always wondering about how the petunias get over by the daffodils. Looks like Wung work.
The black wung seems to be a predator of sorts. DY, will you observe it and see if it has faster reflexes and better senses than the others?
I think the wung in my yard is a black wung.
Garden Wung- Tangerine and raspberry colored fur, medium sized.
Long Eared Wung- Bright white fur around eyes and mouth, pink fur elsewhere, long sticking-out ears, medium sized.
Greater Wung- Little is known. Native to British Isles, favorite target of raggets. More serious than other wungs. Large.
Green Wung- Green. Only species known to vocalize, with a breathy screech. Perhaps most intelligent, apart from Greater Wung.
Black Wung- Only wung species that is definitely predatory. Black fur. Fangs. Solitary, as opposed to other wungs who live in small groups.
“Platinum Wung”- Very little is known. We are waiting for word from SM2K, our researcher.
I just had an idea for Mostly Harmless. What if we gain followers by merchandising wung trading cards that have subliminal messages printed on them?
This is the only thread I suggested that ever really took off. w00t!
35-I will as soon as I can.
37-Hmm. I wonder.
37- Great! THey should be real Wungs, Paper Wungs.
Once the industry became large enough, we could use the money to fund MH.
(40) Origami wungs?
42- No, the not-so-rare Paper Wung. It’s commonly found in warm areas, like Louisiana. People like to use them as napkins and/or cards.
(43) They’re also useful as fans. I hear they’ve been spotted near the North-South Carolina border this January, as warm as it’s been. The native species might not be too happy about that.
I’m sure there must be Folded Paper Wungs somewhere, though. The traditional “wung base” couldn’t be a coincidence.
Oooh!! Origami Wungs! I could totally make some. I already made a whole army of hot pink bunnies.
*the origami master sets off to work*
I have gathered a group of Wung researchers, who may in fact help me in caputuring the creatures. Ha! That rhymed.
Anyway, I interviewed one of the researchers, who specializes in rare species of Wungs. I have to go again, so I’ll try to post everything unfinished eventually.
There are three common Wungs in my backyard. Then, there’s this other one… I’m not sure what type it is.
The Wungs are colored light blue, white, and light yellow. They all seem very alert and cannot seem to see while they are rolling, due to their puffs of… “hair” that keep falling in their eyes even when they are upright.
The other one (whose type I cannot figure out) is a pastel pinkish color. It seems very friendly, actually. However, it is very curious and has almost wandered into the road several times. I’m beginning to think it’s a Long Eared Wung, though it’s ears are medium sized… It’s quite odd, really.
All of them keep moving stuff in the garden/yard around. It’s quite amusing watching my parents try to figure out what moved it.
Paper Wungs have the ability to slip through cracks and glide on air currents. They are thought to have been the result of a Dekranian scientist’s attempt to create a gateway to a two-dimensional universe.
Black Wungs
I have just noted that the black wung is nocternal. And caarnivorous. And discusting.
As I observed the wung, it observed a squirrel. It got closer and closer until they both took off as fast as t hey could. In the end, I found them both nailed three feet in the air to a tree. The wung’s fangs had gone straight through the squirrel and an inch into the treebark behind it.
Then there was a loud pop.
Then a series and noisy sucking sounds.
Then I threw up.
More study is NOT needed.
47- I think that the pink one is a Long Eared Wung, but a rather old one. The one in THF’s yard has just spriced. The other ones are Crested Wungs, famous for the long tufts of fur above their eyes.
Capricious sent in this artist’s conception of a wung:
I’m new and i’m kinda wondering… WHAT THE HECK IS A WUNG?! And how do I find out about them?
Wungs? Sweet.
When you see a wung
no need to run-g
they love good pun-gs
they’re lots of fun-g
this is the weirdest song I’ve ever sung
52- see above posts and/or thread description :]
I’ll do a doctor seuss description some other time.
yay.
I think i saw a wung of some sort at the park today but it ran (or maybe flew, i wasn’t sure) away before i could get a good look at it. I’m pretty sure it was orangeish-brown with a hint of pink, and it looked a little bit bigger than a veyr fat squirrel. If i get a chance I’ll go wung-unting in my backyard tomorrow. I bet there are some up on the hil where no one’s gone in years.
51- That’s a Common Garden Wung, I would think.
There was a Long-Eared Wung in my desk today.
I was outside waiting for the Platinum Wung and I had a few slices of cheese with me, for a snack. It came to me and ate a slice and purred like a kitten. When I went inside, it followed and would not leave. I gogt more cheese and it ate and then fell asleep. I fell asleep and learned that they make great pillows. About 2 hours later, it woke up and then woke me up and we played mini golf. I now keep it in my house and it’s name is Wungy. I have learned that they are loving, cheese-eating, golf-playing balls of platinum fuzz. It looks just like Capricious’s drawing of a Wung. I will continue to study this Wung and others.
(56) How curious you should mention purring . . . when I woke up this morning, my first thoughts were about wungs. No wonder — several had curled up on my feet among my cats. They startled me, so I moved too quickly, which startled them, and assorted furry objects fled in every direction. Sad to say, under the circumstances, I couldn’t identify the color or species or even how many there were. They haven’t shown up again.
Anyone familiar with a variety of cat-friendly wungs found in central North Carolina?
Wung Eggs
Do wungs lay eggs? Or are they simply born as larvae? I’ve looked around my yard, but I’m not sure what I’m looking for…
I’ve been observing the wungs around here and they appear to float and bounce in the air occasionally shedding shiney glitter like fluff as they do so.
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Hmm! I’ve never heard of wungs before! But now I remember an old Muse issure…what year was it again…
But anyway, an old woman was shown a picture of a blue little animal with a kind of pointy nose. “This is a wug,” the younger woman said.
And she held up a picture with two of the little animals. “And so these are two…”
“Oh dear, well, carry on,” said the older woman.
hmm…could “wugs” be related to “wungs”?
57- It does that even more if I rub its belly.
59- Those are probably in the process of spricing, which takes a few days, and they are still shedding their hard coat.
More evidence that a Black Wung has taken up residence in my yard. I used to see lots of squirrels. Now, I’m lucky if I see one. That blinking wung has driven all of them away.
I will find that wung and get it out of my yard.
The Black Wung is perched on my trampoline and uttering strange, echoey trills. I’m worried that it might savage the net with its fangs, but it seems to have no interest in eating at the moment.
The wung on my trampoline stopped howling when it heard another howl. It then ripped straight through the net and ran around to the back yard. I am observing out the window as I type.
2:45. A smaller wung, also black, but with shorter fangs, is sitting in the fork of a tree about fifteen feet up. Wung #1 is approaching cautiously.
60 – They could be distantly related… I wish I could post this picture of wugs that I found…..
http://people.bu.edu/gleason/wugslide2.jpg
I know, I know, go ahead GAPAs, zap it….. *sigh* I wish I could just show people the wugs…
66- I think that one is a male, and the other is a female. The wung on the ground, the male, just bounced up the tree and dug into the bark with its claws. The female is sniffing it.
The male got overeager and jumped up into the fork of the tree. The female jumped and landed on the windowsill.
I just caught a Wung, it is the color of a tropical lagoon, also known as aqua. It tells me (this one can talk in a neutral language called Wunglish) that it is farmiliar with some of the Hot Pink Bunnies in the FMP. However, this is only because a few Wungs were sent to live in the FMP for a foreign exchange student program.
This Wung is an adolesent, and besides informing me about some Wung customs, she also tells me about her favorite music. (I got to hear some, it sounds a bit like Celtic Rock.)
I think I’m going to write a book on Wung behavior. Look for it on the best sellers list.
This whole wung thing is really confusing. Capricious is an excellent artist, though. Only thing I can figure out.
I made a Wung out of origami. I’m sending it to the GAPAs
I believe that the aqua wung is a subspecies of green wung, the most intelligent variety.
The two black wungs have left my property, possibly to find a good place for young wungs. I managed to get a small camera on the female, though. You will soon be hearing some updates from WungCam.
70- An introduction to wungs.
They are born in the larval stage, without arms or legs, and move by rolling. The larvae have a hard coating around their spherical bodies, which is gray and metallic. After a few months, the coating splits into many small hairs, and bits of shiny debris are shed. When the metamorphosis, called spricing, is complete, they look like Capricious’ picture. They live for 31 years on average.
Most wungs have the ability to produce static electricity. They also can bounce extremely high. I will detail the known species below.
Greater Wung- Second most intelligent species. They are more solemn and philosophical than other wungs, which makes them a favorite target of raggets. Greater wungs are native to the British Isles, and are larger than most of their kind.
Garden Wung- With tangerine and raspberry colored fur, these are the most common wungs. They are rather mischevious and live in small groups.
More later.
Does catnip have an effect on wungs?
I think you can only see a Black Wungs upper fangs because it doesn’t have upper fangs. Its lower jaw is a keratin beak (you know, the stuff finger nails are made of).
74- I think you’re right. I did catch a glimpse of a beak thingy… But I don’t know about catnip. I know they like cheese, and the black wungs eat squirrels.
On the one hand, I’m sorry that the black wungs have gone, but on the other, now friendlier wungs will be able to move in. And I have the WungCam.
GAPAs! I just had a froody idea! On Musery Loves Company, why not make a shirt that says “We Wuv Wungs” or some slogan like that on the front, and on the back, a copy of Capricious’ picture? Naturally, Capry would have to give permission.
(60, 66) Wikipedia describes the origins of wugs, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wug_Test. Any kinship to our subject is not discussed. Further research, however, revealed the existence of WUNG-TV, a public broadcasting affiliate near Charlotte, NC. As I suspected, wungs have established a population center in this region.
You guys are all bonkers. Wungs are the secret places in one’s brain that allows one to write exceedingly crazy songs and dirty limericks
Eric Idle has them in abundance.
76- Ooooh. I’ve heard of WUNG-TV. It’s really a cover for the largest group of wung researchers in the Western Hemisphere.
Long Eared Wungs- These wungs resemble HPBs in many aspects, except for slightly pointed ears. They are curious and intelligent.
Platinum Wung- Very little is known, except for the fact that it likes cheese. It also enjoys golf, like many other wungs.
Black Wung- This very aggressive wung is predatory and ferocious. Taming is not recommended.
Green Wung- The most intelligent type. They communicate with breathy screeches and live in small groups of two to five individuals.
Paper Wungs- Like other wungs, except that they are flat. Nobody has figured out how they survive, but they do. They are used as napkins and fans by some people. The wungs don’t seem to mind.
Crested Wungs- They are usually pale colors, and have long tufts of fur over their eyes.
You’ve forgotten Southern Wombat Wungs. They’re small and have large noses and round ears and usually inhabit dingy video arcades and groves up eucalyptus trees.
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This morning I woke up to find several blue South-Carolinian wungs at the doorstep. I was quite surprised to find that they had all of four legs, short snouts and ears like a fawn. They where blue (hence the name ‘blue’) and long-haired. And seemed to be communicating with my neighbor’s cat. These are a rare type of wung, and are found only in South Carolina, but sometimes migrate and breed elsewhere. I was very lucky to have found some right by my house!
(I see southern wombat wungs all the time, sleeping in my printer. They seem to be drawn to warm, cozy, electrical objects.)
79- Platinum Wungs are also very quiet. It enjoys sleeping on my pulomia* tree. It has also been snacking on the leaves of it. Wungy is obsessed with golf. We play every day. He always wins. I shall have more later.
*Which is real, BTW. Yes, weird name.
NEW WUNG JUST SIGHTED!!!!!!! As it was snowing (both today, ysterday, and the day before yesterday) I noticed something in the air that did not quite look like a snow flake. I fact, it was an unusually fluffy, white Wung. It landed on the roof and made it’s way down the chimmney and through the fireplace. Though it was slightly sooty, it became clean through some unknownway. Some notable features were that the hair on it’s tail was longer than usual and the tufts of hair concealing the ears seemed to be frozen stiff and stuck out at odd angles. It’s eyes were also rather large, and its vision seemed to be higher than average, for its eyes followed me around the room. It’s pupils were a midnight black that seemed to go on forever, and the color around them was a marbled green-purple-blue. I’ve only seen a few Wungs before, and none this close, but it seemed to stick out from the crowd. The same night the wung came into the house (it wouldn’t get out. I even tried setting it outside, but it just trundled back in) our heating sytem broke down. It went as low as fourty degrees insde last night, but the Wung didn’t seem to mind at all. While I was shivering under five blankets and a sleeping bag. The Wung was siting on the windowsill staring at the snowfall. Seeing as the Wung also refused to leave this morning, I’m assuming Ithat it’s decided to stay and am considering naming it. Any ideas as to the species and more specifics?
I made a fr00dy wung out of cotton balls and q-tips, and it was supposed to be tangerine and rasberry colored, but it didn’t turn out that way. It’s hopefully going to be playing the part of a Wung (whenever I even point a camera at the Wungs, they scatter) in a video that I hope to create that demonstrates what the Wungs have been doing, as well as maybe an interview or two about rare species of Wungs by our expert, Roberta. I’m not going to post the interview now…. but maybe later.
I spotted an odd new Wung on my bus. It was completely covered in long copper fur, it had four legs with two toes and a thumb each, each ending in claws. It’s face looked rather like a Cousin Itt, with no visible features on its face exept for two bright eyes peeking out of the hair. I have named it the Long-Haired Wung.
83 – It seems to enjoy snow and cold weather. Is it male or female? If it’s female, how about Nieve? It means snow in Spanish. I think it’s female…. *checks on babynamesworld* Yes, it is. If it’s male….. *checks babynamesworld initially* Yukio and Tushar (meaning snow and winter)are both nice names. Try those. Check babynamesworld.com (note, GAPAs, that I didn’t post a link, and don’t zap it) for more choices.
85-Speaking of Cousin It, wouldn’t that be a great role to play? You’d never have to remember your lines, makeup would take about four seconds, and if you got sick it wouldn’t matter. Great.
I found a crested wung at school today. Its habitat had been ripped up by the construction, so I took it home. I tried to release it into my yard, but it scratched at the window and yowled pathetically. I let it in. It’s getting on swimmingly with my cats, and ate all the pickles I packed in my lunch. A very cute little beast.
WungCam Update: The black wungs appear to have migrated a huge distance. They’ve taken up residence on the roof of a large building on S. Dearborn St., in Chicago. I can’t tell any more details about it. The wungs seem to be killing passing birds and weaving their feathers into nests. Man, those black wungs are ferocious.
News flash from WungCam! A tall, Asian-looking guy is rappeling up the side of the building towards the nest. He’s carrying a pouch full of squirrel meat and wearing a hard hat that says WUNG-TV. I think he intends to remove the wungs.
I spotted a wung in my front yard. It was sitting in a tree. Too bad it was dark, I might have been able to identify it.
86 – Thanx!
It’s a male, and Tushar sounds like a great name! *tries to make computer Tushar* ~(^oo^)~
89 – Oh no!!!!!! Save the wungs!!!!! WUNG-TV provides wungs that are secretly used in glue-making factories to make the glue stickier!!!!! If you don’t do something, all of those adorable baby wungs are going to recieve slow, painful deaths!!!!!!!! Rescue the wungs!!!!!!!!! Don’t sit here reading the screen, go save them!!!!!!!!
91- That’s terrible! I shall now chant save the wungs really really loudly!
90- Maybe it was a platinum wung, as mine enjoys laying in my tree.
91- Oh no! What to do… uh… lessee… I’ve got it! The WungCam flash!
*activates flash*
Whoa! The guy was so stunned that he fell off the building! He just managed to save himself by using the grappling cord, but his hat fell off and he hit his head against the side of the building. He is now concussed and hanging upside down a considerable distance from the street below. I’ve also figured out what the building is.
GAPAs, have there been any reports of a guy hanging upside down outside the Muse offices?
I have decided to call “my” crested wung Smoleeon. He is perched on my shoulder as I type. He keeps trying to get onto the keyboard andaafhaoiaeaukdzv
HIEEEP HICCCHHHSEL UBBLY
Please relay the above message in capitals to any wungs around your area. Smoleeon got control of the keyboard for a few minutes.
94- I’ve told mine.Wungy replies:
UBBLY OOBLOO? HHEEEEHHHS HISCCCCCHHHHHHH HHOOOO. HHOOOO!
He is acting scared. Maybe these are wung warnings. I must learn thier language.
94 – I tried to get my Wungs to see it. But as soon as they see any form on technology, they hide. Maybe it’s something about the radiation…. anyway, I’ll write it down, and put it in my backyard, along with a pencil (I don’t trust them with ink
) and some paper. Maybe they’ll write something back!
HHOOO!! TUBBLY GUBBLY! HISCCCHHHHEEES UB KIKKELBUB.
hey guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just saw my first Wung!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
I think it might be a new species!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and it was wearing pants!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
The wung is still in the tree. It is flame red, and seems very exiteable. I agree wiyh Pararilius Canix. WE WANT WUNG T-SHIRTS!!!
WUNGY FOO! HHOOO!! TUBBLY GUBBLY! HISCCCHHHHEEES UB KIKKELBUB? BUBBLY UBBLY TUBBLY GUBLY??? *scream of terror from Wungy* EEEEEEEPPPPPP!
I’m going to go see whats wrong with him. Poor Wungy.
KVANI OFRETUTH POSHBERELIX QUINJO! NE MIVERTI NOYBRENI GRINLUET. LON JURTES.
Okay, that was strange. Tushar hasn’t been agressive in the slightest, but he just flew right in front of my face and took control of the keyboard once he say those messages. I wonder what they’re saying. We need to find some way to translate or maybe we should try teaching them English. He seemed rather shaken about the last two mesages. I’ll try to figure out why. His language doesn’t seem to be similar to the other two. Hmmmmmmm……..
The language thing seems most important. After Tushar’s last message, Smoleeon is cowering under the blankets.
Smoleeon just commandeered the WungCam intercom. A transcript of what he’s saying…
UBBLY QUINJO! KLIBBER EEEPSCCHD FUNG WUNG LINGUR. POSHBERELIX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
POSHBERELIX UMB OGGA!
The black wungs are very agitated.
wung–verb–to wonderfully bungle something in its entirety
51-Aww!!! That’s cute!
I found a wung in my glove. It was a shocking colour of purple. It is roundish and furry. it might be a crested wung because it seems to have a mohawk. It is about an 1 1/2 tall. It has two stubby legs and and its arms are proportionate to the legs. The hands are humanoid with opposable thumbs.
I belive this critter is male because it is acting like a guy who is scared. He has seen the messages from the other wungs and is tryuiong to comman dere the keya booardd ;lllll/d
JOHO! QUIHBLES NOSEMEA KLIPPE EEEEEeSPIDK wung FOOBLES!!!!!!!
Oh, dear. That does not look good. Other than that burst of energy he seems a clam and collected sort of fellow. Mebbe I’ll call him Chiptik.
Ahoy! Chiptik! Come back. NOOOO! -scrambles after Chiptik franticly-
ooh ooh i kno what wungs are!! yesterday i found one in my closet reading magazines and eating chips. i think it was rather scared to see me. it seems to like chips though. recent spottings around my neighborhood listed below
1 my closet
2 the trash compresser at school
3 this nice old lady’s purse
4 some bad “scary” movie i saw yesterday
5 not sure but i think i saw one in my purple sock
i was also wondering if the wungs are related to the wugs in the english as she is spoke article… further development on this subject will be posted
i further belive that wungs are a decendent of homo sasquaches and enjoy purple, it seems to be the only color they see. (color blindness perhaps?) i also found a small (baby perhaps) in my flip flop. it latched onto my toe with a small suction cup. i had a rather hard time trying to get my shoes on this morning because of it. its also a problem beacuz my dog is constantly barking at the poor wung… he came with a bow tie
i just noticed the wung on my toe likes to chatter with my pet ants!! here is a heated discussion i noticed and tape recorded KKKDSJJJAPPL IMTNOGGG ETPHONEHOME MAYOPB&J NDA KANGAS NANCY NDA DAT BIZQUIP MANWO i think my wungs read muse
109 – That makes sense. I was wearing purple when Tushar was able to see me well.
The flame wung has entered the house.
112 – What is it doing?
Aha! A message from the Wungs! I even got to see them write it! Wow, their techniques are so odd. But they didn’t seem at all scared. The pink one, who I will call Nino until he is old enough to show his gender as well as his personality, seemed the most relaxed, for he might not know how to read yet, or something along those lines. As for the others, they were fussing with the odd pencil, and could not show their feelings quite as well, although it might show that they are rushing to respond. As their handwriting is…. er, quite odd, I can’t quite tell what they wrote, but to my best efforts, here is what I think it said:
skeeellor elOOOO maaadareth kikikieloodo meeeshi
It seems to be quite different from the style of language that the others speak. Maybe this is a different dialect…
I believe that Tushar’s and your Wungs’ race live far apart enough to not know each other’s language, for although Tushar seems worried and frustrated (as he has been for awhile) he has shown no drastic reaction to the message and keeps on getting in front of the screen, as if trying to decipher it. We definently need to find some kind of translator. Maybe WUNG TV has one. However, they use it to capture the Wungs for glue factories, so somebody must sneak into their headquarters and steal their decoder. Seeing as the Wungs are extremely vexed, what they are sharing could easily be catastrophic! We must find out what it is ASAP! Who here lives neares to WUNG TV headquarters? You must capture the decoder!
According to extensive research, the wung and the dust bunny are closely related
116 – And my mother is allergic to both. Whenever either approaches, she bursts into violent fits of coughing.
Rebecca, will you please get a Paper Wung to sneak into WUNG-TV headquarters? You live closest.
I made a wung out of origami! I designed it myself. It was pretty spiffy, if I do say so myself. I sent it to Robert. Oh, shoot! I forgot to take a picture of it. Maybe Robert will when he gets it. oh well.
~(^oo^)~ That is a computer wung. The are stragely stationary and do not react to anything.
I fed Chippi some extra sharp provalone cheese and he is now 2 1/2 inches in diameter.
Wungs like choklit.
GHISHPIKT UMERLUTSK fRUSPL
121 – Okay, Tushar promptly fainted at that message. He is now on my lap and I am trying to revive him with a chocolate bar. It seems to be working. We really need the decoder. Pralius Canix said that Rebecca lived closest to WUNG TV. Could you PLEASE slip in and steal the translator. The world might be coming to an end and the Wungs know it, but we need to find out what they are saying! (Well, Global Warming is going to be the end of the world, but what the Wungs are discussing could happen a lot sooner!) :shocked:
New developments. I didn’t report earlier lest WUNG-TV get wind of what was happening. I found out the station is only a few miles from Reed Gold Mine, a state historic site that commemorates the first documented discovery of gold in this country. Naturally, I felt this couldn’t be mere coincidence.
Background. One day in 1799 12-year-old Conrad Reed was chasing what we would recognize today as a Nugget Wung. The wung bolted and rolled under a large yellow rock. Entranced by this new distraction, Conrad forgot about the wung and lugged the rock home to his dad. For several years it served as a doorstop until someone recognized it as gold.
The wung’s contribution to the discovery was quickly covered up in the human rendition. In wung lore, the event is known as Flzlbt’s Great Escape.
An anonymous source from an undisclosed location in Cabarrus County led me to a colony of Nugget Wungs living in the closed-off sections of the mine. She has established some primitive, but workable communications with the wungs, who in their isolation believed themselves the last of their kind. They have been so well protected that even the researchers at WUNG-TV had no idea they existed.
The Nugget Wungs were very excited to know they have such an abundance of kindred in the outside world and were eager to help. By now they should have infiltrated WUNG-TV headquarters. The CCFOW (Cabarrus County Friends of Wungs) will arrange for the decoder’s delivery. Where to?
123- Muse headquarters. But do not let anyone besides Robert and Rosanne know you have it. Secrecy is vital. The fate of the world could literally hang in the balance.
All I’ve managed to transcribe of the wung’s conversation.
HIEEP HICCCHHHSEL UBBLY
UBBLY OOBLOO? HHEEEHHHS HISCCCCCHHHHHHH HHOOOO. HHOOOO!
HHOOO! TUBBLY GUBBLY! HISCCCHHHHEEES UB KIKKELBUB.
WUNGY FOO! HHOOO! TUBBLY GUBBLY! HISCCCHHHHEEES UB KIKKELBUB? BUBBLY UBBLY TUBBLY GUBLY? EEEEEEEPPP!!!!!!!!!!
KVANI OFRETUTH POSHBERELIX QUINJO! NE MIVERTI NOYBRENI GRINLUET. LON JURTES.
UBBLY QUINJO! KLIBBER EEPSCCHD FUNG WUNG LINGUR. POSHBERELIX! POSHBERELIX UMB OGGA!
~(^oo^)~
The flame wung has monopilized the foot of my bed.
127 – is the bed on fire now? Ihope the house doesn’t burn down. Get a fire extiguisher and run around the house shouting “FLAMING WUNG!” really loud. JK.
My wung ran away! It’s hiding in my bushes and won’t come out! HE seems distressed.
No, the bed isn’t on fire, but the wung did spark when I tried to take it off. I can’t decied what to call it.
130 – Pyralis means fiery. Maybe that’ll work.
Good idea.
Helloooo……… Someone post on this thread!
Yeah, why is no one posting????!
We’re waiting for Lady Bunniful’s report from the scene of Operation “Borrow” Decoder.
I’m rather envious of the disparate array of wungs you seem to have over there. Theyre so – er – well defined. Take colour, for instance. British wungs don’t have a colour. Or a shape, for that matter, unless you consider that “rotund” is a shape. But not round, you understand. That’s far too specific for a wung. It’s dificult to pin them down anyway, because of our traditions.Should one spot a wung, one must always rotate three times anticlockwise and shout “WUNG!”, by which time the creature in question has disappeared. Well, I say “creature”. “Phenomenon” would be a better description. Anyway, it’s very difficult while driving. Better to pretend you saw nothing, and do your turn-and-shout quietly in the facilities of the next roadside inn. I’m not sure it’s entirely proper, but I’ve never had bad luck from a delayed obeisance. And I’ve never been properly raggetted, but I’ve come close.
I am a wung.
Gee, you’re a wung?!
Pyralis likes sleeping near the heater vent. I can’t figure out what he eats.
i have found a purple wung. it has tiny stubby legs and even stubbyer arms. its eyes are covered with their huge amounts of purple fluff. they are round. then i got iterrupted by a wingoogle that flew down and attempted to grab the wung. the wung the sniffed it a lot of its fluff so it sneezed. its fur automattically hardened into spike and it wacked its body into bthe wingoogle making it run around.
thats just a part of my reasearch.
This thread is psycho!!!! But it’s funny too!!!
WUNG UPDATE!!!THIS JUST IN!!!
Wung sighted in new zland around 11.52 am n.z time.
short,fluffy,multicoloured and big eyes
I just found out what the wungs are saying. This- I- you won’t believe it. I’m feeling faint with the rush of scientific discovery- I- wow- I- They’re- They’re talking about something called the Wung Gate, which opens every 5000 years and takes wungs back to “their ancestral home.” I haven’t gathered much more than that, except- Oh my. More translation coming through…
The gate is transmitted with electrical impulses that signal the wungs to come, and it opens… Oh god.
Right in the middle of MuseBlog’s server. Anyone blogging at 3:45 to 8:27 PM on February 10 will have a temporary gate open in their computer that will suck any nearby wungs up, and take the blogger’s consciousness along for the ride.
~(^oo^)~ Here they come…
143 – I wasn’t. :'( Oh well. Maybe someone will find something out later.
The wungs, quite against their nature, are now scratching at my door, obviously trying to get in. I will let them in, but will not blog about this until later, and write in my WungJournal.
I miscalculated. The gateway will randomly materialize at the largest clusters of wungs gathered in places. But MuseBlog’s server is infested with Computer Wungs, so maybe there’s a chance.
~(^oo^)~ ~(^oo^)~ ~(^oo^)~ ~(^oo^)~
I’m confused. Are wungs good, bad, or misunderstood?
BAD?!- They’re animals. Sheesh.
ok here is my drawing of a wung
(oo) – hello my name is wung. i dont know what i am..
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Hey, look who I found!:
~/00\~
~\ u /~
I think he’s a baby computer Wung. He has extra ~s for protection, and bigger eyes for better eyesight, also for his own protection. That’s all I have figured out, but if anyone has more information, wonderful.
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
serytu hgutuy hijuygt juyyyd. nuuiol veer nreer hyutre gyutg nhyy! uoyt gummhy freaxzwu !
153-Wa, Shuhs shu!
No one thinks a wung is a hybrid between a feng shui demon and paper crane? Makes Evie very sad, she thought she had found one… good thing it got away then.,,
Most shocking occurence last night…I awoke at an ungodly hour: 3:00 AM to the excruciating pain of a wung, a wung of all creatures, pulling my hair. You can imagine my astoundment! I telegraphed the NIFSRBMLWR (the national institution for somewhat realistic but most ludicrous wung research) to check up on the situation and was informed that I had been assaulted by a recently escaped wung convict. I didn’t even know such a thing existed. Was the NIFSRBMLWR lying? You wungful experts, shed some light on my strange adventure, pretty please? Thanks dreadfully. I don’t particularly want another sleepless night worrying about the corruption of wung’s peaceful nature!
I have an orange-and-black wung that Canix gave to me after the fire. His name is Lysander.
I thought this thread was closed. Good to see it’s open again.
156- It could have been a Black/Green Wung hybrid. They were originally created by an illegal breeding operation affiliated with WUNG-TV. The combination of a Black Wung’s ferocity and a Green Wung’s intelligence makes them cunning and guileful opponents. I would recommend keeping an open pickle jar next to your bed. A genetic weakness in the hybrids gives them extremely sensitive sinuses. The odor of dill pickles ought to put the wung into a sneezing fit if it returns to the scene of its crime.
157- Oh, yes, I remember him. How’s he settling in? I have a yellow Crested Wung named Smoleeon.
157-Lovely name, lovely color combination! He must be a real charmer…
Sorry about my ignorance, but, your house burned? That must have been frightening, intense, and a little scarring. I guess this is a little late, however *gives choklit*.
158-Very useful and comforting, thank you! *sets up dill pickle jar (“No more midnight invasions by you, little mister!”)*
Where can I adopt a wung? I’m simply pining away for one (though not of the black/green variety)!
158- He’s lovely. He sleeps on my head every night.
159- Yes, my house burned. Depending on my mood when I tell the story, it may or may not have been frightening or intense, but I’d say it was a little scarring. Thanks for the chocolate! *shares chocolate with Lysander*
161-I take it he doesn’t pull on your hair! ; ) Oh and *tosses more xococatl* Wow…
161- Awww, how sweet.
160- Your local chapter of FOW would be a good place to start. They adopt homeless wungs and find good homes for them. There’s usually one per county.
163-Flam! Thanks. Before, I scurry off to adopt, any suggestions on which breeds I should consider and which I should avoid?
164- The Cresteds are very sweet and mild-tempered, with a fondness for sweet pickles. The Common or Gardens are more mischevious, adaptable, and quite cute. The Greens are very intelligent (they love music) and loyal, and the Greaters are sort of philosophical and very British- they enjoy tea and a crumpet. Avoid Black Wungs unless you’re extremely daring.
What kind is Lysander?
165-I’ll keep that in mind. I must say I’m leaning towards the Greens or the Gardens. Perhaps a hybrid. Music and mischief, thats the combination I am anxious to achieve. Perhaps I’ll trot over to the adoption center and see what they have to offer.
-15 I have FINALLY captured a wung. where’s the choklit? If you would like an image, please go to the following [snip! No personal websites, please. –Admin.] the image should be up in a couple days.
This is still open? Gawl.
166- They weren’t sure, but the wungologist at Friends Of Wungs (FOW) said he was mostly Crested lineage, crossed with one of the rarer varieties, perhaps Southern Wombat or Flame.
167- My advice is to let the wung pick you, not the other way around. They have far better judgement than humans do, and furthermore they will not remain with a human they don’t like. It’s hard to confine a creature that makes regular use of the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle. I don’t know how WUNG-TV did it, and furthermore I do not wish to.
170-Ooh! Thanks. That’s quite important; I wouldn’t want to defy a wung’s instinct, not to mention the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principal!
Don’t mention it. It was a pleasure.
*gets out wung books and supply of chocolate and sweet pickles* *sits by heat vent with Lysander and reads and eats* Thanks, POSOC.
173- I can just imagine that scene… it’s about at the same level of cuteness as Stumpy Gerbil.
174- Stumpy! Aww…. *inconveniently melts and slides down the heat vent*
172-
173-Pinnacle of cuteness!
So, I spent an hour or so at the wung adoption center this afternoon. Naturally, I didn’t want to make a hasty decision, so I haven’t exactly brought my wung home yet…but, let’s just say I’m becoming increasingly certain that en is the one.
I arrived 3:30, but was informed by the receptionist that, as it is peak adoption season, I would have to wait if I wished to obtain admittance. A 45 minute wait is a small price to pay for a wung, in my opinion so I contentedly sat down and began to read my book. The commotion in the room was tremendous. All over, people were making queries, having brief arguing duels, exclaiming over the extraordinary features of each other’s wungs, or just randomly letting out uncouth noises. As a result, I was happy, 45 minutes later, to escape to the quiet of the wung specialist’s office. Armed as I was with all of POSOC’s valuable advice, my interview was brief, and I was conducted into the room with the wungs themselves almost immediately. It was overwhelming. Having never seen more than one wung at a time, I was unprepared for the startling, and beautiful, effect created by a massive crowd of wungs all clumped together, and I can freely say that the feeling was the closest to that of total wungful happiness than I expect ever to attain. As directed, I walked slowly down the aile, waiting for the profound feeling of attachment that would strike me…or the wung. Wungs are rather like pockets it seems: you never find what you’re looking for until the last one. I had despaired of ever finding a wung just right for myself, when, in the second to last space, I felt a tingling. Nothing particularly extreme, just a faint tingling. I paused and surveyed the wung. It was, to my surprise, jumping up and down in a most agitated manner. Worried for its health, I called an assistant. She approached, and, upon seeing the wungs behavior, burst into spasms of hilarity. “You’ve found a match,” she said. “He’s a spritely one! Its impossible to be sure at the first encounter, but these rapports are almost always affirmative. Come back, say two or three more times, and he’ll be ready.” I was ecstatic. But there was one more salient question that still remained to be asked. I held my breath, “What breed is he?”. She looked at the expression of consternation on my face and said, “He’s a hybrid between a common and a green. A lovely combo!” I was awash with happiness. never in my wildest dreams had I expected such a fortuitous occurence: that my desire would coincide exactly with the wung’s! After spending some time getting to know my wung (through a variety of physchological activities and experiments), I made an appointment for next day, same time to continue the process! I promise to report fully on that tomorrow.
But for now, I couldn’t possibly be happier!
276- That’s great!
176- The human’s desires often match the wung’s. Good luck with yours!
I WANT TO ADOPT A WUNG
Okay, so I’m adopting it from Wungs 4 you 4 ever (I got my puppy from the same center, though it was from the dogs part). I’m going to their adoption event to see what they have. I see a purple one. Too purple and sad. A black one, I think it’ll burn my house down. A red one. Too angry. An orange one. I think that one would be nice. But then I see it. The perfect Wung. Sitting there, in the middle of the room. Acting Hyper. It’s fuzzy orange and green neon fur standing up.
177/1778-I’m completely delighted! I simply can’t imagine a better turn of events! Thank you for having been so useful throughout this process!
I was directed here by POSOC from the “Summer is Icumen In” thread…I would love to be part of an International Wung Fanciers’ Association!
I recently made the acquaintance of a Greater Wung. Naturally, I was quite startled at first to discover a Greater roaming so far from its home country; I am not aware of any previous greater wung sightings in Kentucky. However, I did feel a strange disturbance in the air shortly before discovering the wung, which reminded me of the aforementioned Wung Gate. Perhaps this wung attempted to go through the Gate, but got re-routed and fell out here instead of in its ancestral home with the others. I can’t be sure until we find some way to communicate.
Disturbingly, a black wung followed me home today. It was lurking in the theater when I went to see a horror movie and for some reason it followed me home. It has now been skulking in the basement of my house by day and cautiously approaching my room at night. I have been playing a lot of E Nomine lately; I wonder if the dark tone of the music attracted it. More observations to come.
I would love to join the International Wung Fanciers’ Association! May I also adopt a Wung?
181- Certainly! Here’s some advice:
If you wish to attract the Greater Wung, brew some tea and pour two cups. Drink one yourself, and leave the other across from you. It will probably join you momentarily- they can’t resist tea. If you leave out a shortbread biscuit, it’s guaranteed to help.
Engage it in conversation when it shows up. It can understand you, and you’ll slowly become able to understand it. Once you become good friends with the Greater Wung, it may be able to evict the Black Wung. Greaters are phlegmatic by nature, but they can be fiery if roused.
182- You can certainly join. To adopt a wung, you can go to your local chapter of F.O.W. (Friends of Wungs). Let the wung choose you, not the other way around, and you’ll find it’s suited to your desires.
Lysander (who is currently perched on my shoulder like an overlarge, oddly-shaped epaulette) inquires if wungs are allowed to attend meetings of the International Wung Fanciers’ Association, and, more specifically, if other wungs will be attending the meetings.
184- Oh, yes! The IWFA recognizes wungs as sentient beings and allows them to attend all meetings, whether or not they have human companions, as long as they follow the rules.
This is the oldest open thread on the entire blog!
And deservedly so, I should say.
187- But when I came here after the Incursion, it was closed. Who reopened it?
Nobody, as far as we know. Or at least, nobody…human.
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Dun-dun-dun!
51-I love that! I wish I knew how to digitalize it…
We need a wung smiley.
193- *gasp* Totally!
What should we give up?
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Nobody uses the arrows. I vote we give those up.
How to make a wung smiley? It has to be a simplified version…
I made a reasonably accurate representation of a green wung. Smileys are very tedious to make with MS Paint: you have to put them together a pixel at a time. Fortunately, they’re small.
Current IWFA members (wung companions, if any, in parentheses)
POSOC (Smoleeon)
Bookworm
Eccentric the Afterthought
Alice (Lysander)
The emotiwung is finally perfected! If popular opinion dictates, I may e-mail it to the SCAMPs.
183 – We followed your advice yesterday and had tea with biscuits. I think we have established a connection thanks to that. Communication is still shaky, but should improve with regular tea time meetings. I have glimpsed the Black Wung haunting my basement, but I think that it spends the majority of its time now that the weather is nice at a nearby cemetery hunting crows. I expect that the Black Wung will soon move out entirely because it expresses a strong aversion to my dogs, who hunt it whenever it draws near enough.
The Greater Wung, reading over my shoulder now, heartily approves of the addition of a wung smiley to the blog. He proposes that some sort of simple face, perhaps with paws at the edges to indicate wungness, should suffice.
201- Paws! That’s a good idea! I was trying to make a tail, but it’s hard when you only have a few pixels to work with.
196, 197-I vote we give up the arrow or the sad devil. I mean, whoever heard of a devil’s plans going wrong?
Or we could give up both and make 2 wungs. or a wung and a pie being thrown at the reader. I’ve always wanted a pieing smiley.
I vote we give up the arrow, nobody uses those.
199- can I join?
203- me to!
No icon could ever capture the wunginess of wungs. For that matter, no illustration, diagram, or description however detailed, well labeled, or encyclopedic could come close to doing them justice. They are too mercurial, mutable, many-splendored, volatile, and evanescent. They exist in a state of quantum superposition and in an intermediate number of fractal dimensions. Paul Baker is the wung expert, but to me the very idea of a wung smiley is inconceivable verging on oxymoronic.
The Greater Wung identified himself as Rudolf today. Other than that, nothing of particular interest occurred.
203, 205 – I agree. Pie smiley!
206- It would simply serve as a symbol or approximation, like Capricious’s picture. I never claimed it would be an accurate representation.
Of course, there’s always this: ~(^oo^)~
207- Rudolf… that’s an interesting name for a Greater. I wonder if he’s Russian. Try using a samovar next time you have tea.
The first meeting of the International Wung Fanciers’ Association will take place tomorrow. Items on the agenda include: Locating a permanent headquarters, electing officials, and drafting a manifesto.
209- Right-o.
209- what time?
All through tomorrow, blog time.
The first meeting of the International Wung Fanciers’ Association is now in session.
First: At the insistence of Smoleeon, I move that we change the name. The “Fanciers’ Association” carries the implication that wungs are pets, which is certainly not true.
213- I second that, but what should we change it to?
You could be the Wung Appreciation Society (WAS). That’s respectful. Or the Society for the Advancement of Wungs. Or any number of other variations on that basic theme.
WAS? How about PFTAOTMW
People
For
The
Advasment
Of
The
Madgestic
Wung
215- I hereby move that our name be changed to the International Wung Appreciation Society. I like that one.
I agree!
All in Favor say Aye.
Aye.
Motion made and seconded. All in favor say w00t.
Registered members (and wung companions,if any) currently:
Beatlesrockr (unnamed, fuzzy orange and green fur)
TMFA
POSOC (Smoleeon)
Bookworm
EtA (Rudolf)
Alice (Lysander)
If I missed anyone, let me know.
w00t/Aye.
w00t.
w00t.
That’s three w00ts, zero mehs. Three members have not yet voted. We only need one more to gain a majority.
Can I join?
224- Certainly.
w00t/Aye! Sorry I was absent yesterday. I’m leaving later today to go to my local F.O.W. More news later!
Oh, and sorry for the double post but, could we have a new thread? This one is hard to reach, and easily forgettable…
(227) There’s a link on Don’t Forget These Threads.
w00t!
*rushes onto thread, panting*
Am I too late? I’d like to join, and I brought…
CUPCAKES! Me and that Wung on the top of this thread made them. Well, I made the cake part, and he made the icing. Or she. I can’t really decide and it would be rude to ask.
Next order of business?
All right, we have officially changed our name to the International Wung Appreciation Society. Next order of business: Electing officials.
POSOC/ smoleeon Presidents of the Society!
What officials do we need?
234- I’d say Chairman or President for the leader, Treasurer to manage funds, and maybe Secretary to write things down and keep track of them. Like our manifesto, which is next, after we elect officials.
Roster of Members (and wung companions):
Turquoise
Beavo (unnamed)
Beatlesrockr (unnamed, fuzzy orange and green fur)
TMFA
POSOC (Smoleeon)
Bookworm
EtA (Rudolf)
Alice (Lysander)
If I missed anyone, let me know.
Wung companions? *reads thread* Oh.
I vote POSOC/Smoleeon as presidents!
Sorry I’m late! It seems that Rudolf and I are both horrid procrastinators. We spent far too much time with breakfast and a nice cup of tea. Rudolf, it seems, is indeed British but wished to be named after the Czech ruler and noted intellectual Rudolf II.
Woot/aye!
I second the vote for POSOC & Smoleen for presidents.
I fourth the vote for POSOC and Smoleen as our Presidents. w00t/aye!
-235 yep. you missed me, though I don’t know if I count.
Any one who does not want POSOC for President, Speak Now!
What are we doing?
240- *doesn’t speak*
Hello. Apologies for the long hiatus, I have been at my grandmother´s house for the past few days and have not been able to access the internet. I am borrowing her computer, which has a German keyboard, thus impairing my typing. The shift key is half as wide, the y and z are switched, and none of the punctuation is where it ought to be. On the bright side, you can type Ä and Ö with very little trouble.
In any case, I will be happy to accept the presidency of our society. Smoleeon will lead the wung members, and I the humans.
Now, to elect treasurer and secretary. After we´re done with that, we can draft a manifesto.
Can I help?
Yes, definitely!
Hmm… Do you have to be nominated? *wants to run for secretary*
247- I nominate Alice as secretary.
What exactly does this do…?
I second Alice for Secretary! *Wants to Run For Treasurer*
I nominate the Bookworm as treasurer.
I second the Bookworm as treasurer!
Unless someone objects, our current officials (and companions) are:
POSOC (Smoleeon): President
Alice (Lysander): Secretary
Bookworm (unknown): Treasurer
Next, we must draft a manifesto, setting forth our mission and rules. Alice should keep track of that, being acting Secretary. After that, we’ll decide on a permanent headquarters.
What is our mission?
I want to be Treasurer!
OH! Can I have Vice-President.
And my Wung Companion is Trulofer.
254- That’s what we’re going to figure out.
255- I nominate you for VP.
Does anyone object? I think they’re elected.
I found (well, i guess it found me) a Wung Companion! Its name is Sedniria.
Oh, then may I have a position of importance as well?
Why, hello there Wung! What is your name? Misis Mumford?
…Well, okay. Misis Mumford is now my wung partner.
258- I don’t think there are any other positions. Sorry.
Manifesto!
I second TMFA for VP.
OK, I will keep track of our manifesto. *readies pen*
I second TMFA for VP!
one more Person for Me to Become VP!
259 – Okay!
262 – I third that!
I’m VP!
Woah! *makes suitably dramatic entrance*
Hypatia and her finally sucesfully adopted wung (Libretta) INSIST on joining immediately!
265- You’re in!
OK, now for the manifesto. Our goals?
Our goal are… um… what’s the point of this whole thing anyway? *facepalm* Duh. That’s what we’re figuring out right now.
I’ve no ideas.
The goals of this Society are twofold: to ensure the contentment and safety of Wungs everywhere and to foster understanding between Humans and Wungs.
Ohhhhhhhhhkay then. That clears thing up.
268- What do we need to do to do that?
270- Protect the habitats of endangered wungs, get to know and understand the wungs in our neighborhood, shut down wung-exploiting organizations like WUNG-TV, etc.
Does everyone approve of the proposed manifesto?
I approve.
272- I do. Should I just type it up and make it pretty? Or do we rewrite it an appealing manner? (At least the second part.)
*is embarassed* Turns out I was mistaken about my wung’s gender, anyway I have renaimed HIM Figaro.
We need a lab section: a team of dedicated scientists to work on translation devices for wung to human contact. Zoologists, probably…
I’d love to be a part of that *hint*
Otherwise, I am fullheartedly for the manifesto…
I approve of the manifesto!
Hey! Can I help head the research council?
i want to run defense and secrecy! or do we need that?
kokonilly! did you say misis mumford? her parents have been looking for her for weeks. you must send her home at once.
p.s. what’s a wung?
A wung? Well, it’s a… well… um…
Just Read the Thread.
First, We need to Free wungs From Zoos. to many zoos have captured wungs and put then in glass contairs.
Zoos have captured Wungs? *Faints*
It’s hard to believe that an ordinary zoo could hold a wung against its will. Are you sure the wungs aren’t just curious?
That is true. An ordinary zoo wouldn’t be able to hold a wung captive.
First, we need to protect the habitats of endangered wungs. Where do they live? How are their habitats getting destroyed? Do we need to research all this?
That could be complicated. If they really are fractal beings, then part of their habitat (potentially a very large part) could lie in other dimensions to which we don’t have access. On this topic the wungs are mum as mung beans.
Such a barbaric practice as holding wungs in glass containers would, in any case, disqualify a zoo from AZA accreditation.
Oh. Well, couldn’t we somehow get ahold of a portal of some kind? Or maybe even ask our wung partners nicely?
-278 hello, MARFwarrior!
I think I’ve seen a few fuzy beings, like wungs in my back yard…
What is going on anyway…
I’ve seen some in Madagascar, more than here in the U.S. and in England, and Australia. But Australia also has a fair number too. I’m thinking they live in a different dimension…
I’m trying to make Cappy’s drawing furry. You’ll see if i manage.
I just sent it.
Um, GAPAs? MBers? PoPoPo?
ANYONE?!?!?!
(292) We got it NAPOI. Can’t take the time to post it right now. We’ll get to it when we can.
Yo, I’m back.
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy wungs
Did gyre and gimble on the Web.
All mimsy were the aqualungs,
And the Muse raths outgreb.*
——————–
* (Outgreb: past tense of outgrebe, to call like a grebe, a diving bird related to a loon.)
277-Ooh! Awesome…
I think we should also have a “correspondence” department responsible for answering AWOL’s (anxious wung owner letters, also a simply HILARIOUS pun, because AWOL sounds like owl)…
And now.
Excerpts from my logbook:
June 26: No wungs
June 27: Saw three wungs: neon green, black, and red. Flying at 99 mph (1 meter above ground), 999 mph (2 centimeters above ground), and 2 mph (1.5 meters above ground), respectively. Location: IWAS grounds. Un-domesticated. Unable to record the volume of any save the red. U nfortunately, the pesky little black one swung back and burnt my notes on that subject. Further research is necessary.
More to come!
It might be fun to “publish” (virtually) a wung info journal. We’d need a good catchy name, OBVIOUSLY! Then we could publish findings, and rally non-member supporters…What does everybody think?
Whee! Muse needs a false fact about wungs…
297-*chortles* How beamish!
Dear esteemed experts at IWO,
I am writing in the hopes that you can shed some light on a problem that I recently encountered with my wung, a charming garden called Sedgewick. I adopted Sedgewick at the IWAS Zemtee fair three years ago. He was remarkably sociable, and, for the first two years, we got on famously. I adored him, and I believe I am not mistaken in saying that my love was not unrequited.
Then 10 months ago, I noticed a tiny ad in the back section of the local newspaper. “Charlotte, garden wung, up for adoption.” Sedgewick was, as usual, perched on my shoulder and skimming the page. Suddenly his eyes lit upon the ad. He jumped up and down in the most agitated fashion. I attributed his reaction to the mention of the word wung and shut the paper. However, he was persistent. For the next week, he refused to budge a centimeter from the square of newspaper. Unable to stand his estrangement any longer, I stormed off to the adress the ad gave. After extensive research, I discovered that Charlotte was Sedgewick’s sister. Naturally, I was very embarassed at having so long deprived him of her company and adopted her immediately.
I brought her home precisely nine months and 7 days ago. And since then, my darling little Sedgewik hasn’t been the same. He ignores me entirely, spending all of his time with his sister.
I an unwilling to, and now I would be incapable of, considering wungs’ prodigious strength, effect a seperation between sister and brother. However, I miss my dear little Sedgewick of the past. Are there any steps I can take to bring him back to me?
Thank you for your time,
An Anxious Wung Owner
Belatedly, woot/aye to all proposals!
Rudolf and I would love to work on the journal or any research projects that arise. How do you propose we format the journal? Separate thread? Web page?
Order! Order!
I think we need to form separate teams for each task that has been suggested.
°°TMFA, you will head the task force for fair treatment of zoo wungs. Investigate the zoos which have captured wungs. Find out how they did it and why. I’m worried that they may have contact with former members of WUNG-TV. Cooperate with the AZA, the FOW, and other legitimate zoo and wung organizations.
°°Kokonilly, you will head the wung habitat research task force. Talk to local wungs, including your companion. Find out where they dwell and any other details, including, if possible, how humans can get there and any threats to wungs’ survival.
°°Hypatia, you will head the Correspondence division. Try to give advice to anxious wung owners/companions whenever possible.
°°EtA, you will be in charge of the wung journal entries and miscellaneous research. Compile them, organize them.
Yes, SIR!
I am currently writing a book called Wungology. I will post when it’s finished. (Just kidding.)
304- We should really do that. It would be a good parody of all the “Ology” books they’ve got out there.
TRANSCRIPT FROM WUNG INTERVIEW:(translated from whatever wungs speak to English)
KOKONILLY (K): So, where to you wungs live?
MISIS MUMFORD (MM): I live with you.
K: No, where did you live before you met me?
MM: In a dwelling.
K: And where was this dwelling?
MM: In a place.
K: What kind of place?
MM: Somewhere far from here.
K: Like in a forest?
MM: Like not in a city.
K: What kind of biome was it?
MM: Something colder than the Arctic and warmer than the desert.
K: What did your... dwelling... look like?
MM: Like an orphanage.
K: But I didn't meet you in an orphanage.
MM: I ran away.
K: Look, I'm trying to help the wild wungs from their destroyed habitats. WHERE... DID... YOU... LIVE... WHEN... YOU... WERE... IN... THE... WILD?
MM: A dwelling.
[TRANSCRIPT ENDS.]
So, as you can see, some can be rather stubborn. I shall look for more.
Argh. I meant for the whole transcript to be in that font, then have it end at [TRANSCRIPT ENDS.]
Greetings, fellow wungs!
As president of the wung contingent of the IWAS, I would like to distribute some disturbing news. No less than five zoos in the western United States (or is it Canada? The humans have such weird concepts. What’s the point of “nations?”) have been identified as holding at least one wung against ens will. (53 others have been discovered, but those attained the wung’s permission first, or, in one memorable case, opened the gates one morning to find a family of Greaters had moved into the bear enclosure.)
Most of this message has been translated into English by the Wung Translator acquired from WUNG-TV *shudders*, but the following list of wung-imprisoning zoos and their locations remains in Wungese, in the interest of confidentiality. Trulofer, please relay this information to TMFA and the rest of the wung zoo task force.
WUNGA WuNGA SPiyY WORPEL
FLIB NUKKER SpoZ ibbB
QunRbB LOng
SApaIEN SErBVE
EAIGSNE MUROgo
Misis Mumford, WEEEN BLurGEl FOOO. ANshEVE ArenÄ Öü sevbbeN. Arednak, easreanaäää ateö se: SEbüillen REENAN HO. SAken BReT saeBenna Foö Egaro. WUNG Pöshberelix retren. PÖSHBERELIX!!! Nebuiien SEEKA NRee VENhior Überrin. Pöshberelix andekeR sien HOOmInN.
(From POSOC: I have no idea what that was all about. Perhaps he’s trying to convince Kokonilly’s companion to volunteer more information. He won’t tell ME.)
Kokonilly:
Sorry I was so… er… stubborn. I was tired.
President Smoleeon:
As far as I know, wungs live in the wild in only one dimension: this one. We prefer this one, and we try to stay away from humans (bad ones, at least).
Most wild wungs live on a small island in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle, but, unfortunately, most are very bored and try to bring down planes and ships in their spare time.
I, personally, willingly moved here to assist with the cause. I met Kokonilly and I stuck with her.
Signed,
Misis Mumford
Oh. Well then, never mind. See post 309. There’s your info.
Thank You Smoleeon! Truofer has Given me the list, and I’m working on Taking it out of Wungese. Will Report Back soon!
I meant post number 310.
(Hi. This is Misis Mumford, and I gave you info, Smoleeon.)
Curfyul! DESTEN! STROP!
(TMFA: That was very strage. In the two years He has been with me, I’ve Never seen him like this!)
310- MiNja SIGG. Thank you.
I believe that we ought to dispel our current aura of mystery and make a sincere attempt to inform the humans of what we know. Many wungs are becoming extinct, and there is a very real threat of our species dying out entirely.
To begin, I know very little about our extra-dimensional habitat. Many of us are only conscious of the four or five linear dimensions in which we, and the humans, exist. (In the case of Paper Wungs, only three.) We can manipulate at least sixteen fractal dimensions unconsciously, in order to move from one place to another without passing through the space between, for instance, but it’s totally instinctive. The more you concentrate, the less chance you have of achieving anything.
I have only seen two instances in which wungs were affected via the fractal dimensions.
Once, my half-brother Punctuü became sick and died within a few days. All our treatments failed, and he appeared entirely healthy. It is my belief that he contracted some mysterious extradimensional affliction that did not affect his four-dimensional appearance per se, but made it impossible for his body to function as a whole. There are reports of this disease, known variously as the Silent Plague, the Miasm, and the °untranslatable°, in Australia, Madagascar and the Great Lakes area. At least a thousand wungs have died from it in the past five years, and still no cure has been found.
The other was on a family trip to Scotland. A rather eccentric Greater Wung had kindly offered us his hospitality. They respect wungs over there- even have a few folk customs attached to them. Anyhow, while he talked with us, he reached out into thin air and seized a teacup brimful with Lapsang. When asked how he’d done it, his only comment was “I moved my paw sideways.” Upon later examination, the teacup was found to belong to a set ten miles away. It seems that the discipline required to do this is only found in a few Greater Wungs (probably, I must admit, because they are the only species with the necessary patience.)
One more note: In all the ancient wung legends, something callled “Pöshberelix” is involved with any reference to the fractals.
315 – Welcome.
I know almost nothing about other dimensions, having never traveled out of this dimension. I have heard of family members popping to the fourth dimension for fun, but we were cautioned against doing it for the sake of our safety.
316- You probably mean the fifth dimension. The fourth is time.
317 – Oh yes. I forgot. See, this proves how little I know about other dimensions. Why don’t we bring in a specialist on other dimensions?
295-How about now?
Please don’t call me “grasshopper”.
(319) Sorry, NAPOI, just got home a little while ago.
This is NAPOI’s painting of Cappy’s wung sketch:
I
hathhave returned!Thou art correct, Smoleeon, the fourth dimension be time. One day, not very long ago, I met another of us. He hath told me the secrets of the fourth dimension (of time) and sent
dethme through time to the era of Elizabeth in England, hence this strange speech. If I ever findethhim again, I shall ask him to view this thread and advise us, as requested by Misis Mumford. (318)(Turquoise: I never knew that, Sedniria! That’s awesome! Is time traveling fun?)
[Corrections provided by the Proper M.E./Elizabethan Enforcement Gnome, who has been working overtime lately. –Admin.]
302-May I have a job?
Oh, and, I now have a wung companion! He is a Green Wung, and his name is Gnuwa!
321- Was he a Greater?
322- POSOC suggests that you, as Treasurer, should be in charge of fundraising.
320-Ooh, yay!
I wish I was better at this stuff…
302-Do you think I could work with Kokonilly? I am happy to keep up the correspondence on the side, but my primary interest is in the science…
320-Froody!
322-Congrats! Figaro extends his welcome to
Gnuwa…
Log Book cont.
Wung Sighting:
Location-Eastern Grounds
Time-8:30 Greenwich
Variety-Greater Wung
Observations-
topogrophy-spherical
size-diameter 5 inches
color-celadon
character-very sociable, slightly lazy, exceedingly patient, painstakingly polite (as described by self) air of mystery, knowledgaeble (as noted by yours truly)
interactions-brief conversation transcribed below
Me: Oh! A greater…
Greater: You presume correctly…
Me: Delighted to make your accquaintance, esteemed wungfullness..
Greater: The pleasure is mine.
Me: Could I have the honor of amoment’s word?
Greater: Naturally, if it would give you pleasure. Let us retire to this more discreet corner. If you are accquainted with a wung, could I ask you to ask him to join us. I prefer to commune with humans in the presence of another of my species.
Me: Certaintly. Figaro! Figaro, cherie! Will you sidle over here?
Figaro: Ja sam arrive…((Figaro’s rather lingually minded))
Greater: Very good. What is is that you are desirous of learning.
For the sake of decency, I am omitting the conversation that ensued, which delt only with particulars of the greater’s appearance and gave no broad info regarding the wung race in its entirety. I admit to having been dissapointed; the opening was rather promising. He did say something at the end though.
Greater: If you are satisfied as to myself, perhaps you would like to hear a little about wungs in general and our rather exceptional properties.
Me: I would be ecstatic.
Greater: Very good…know then this: A wing, having once mastered the art of moving in any one dimension can travel through the others with equal dexterity. Few wungs, though all are iimbued with this power, ever achieve their full capacity, that is mastery of the dimensions, because the mental effort is great. Some do.
Thus saying, he vanished. In vain did I call him back and entreat Figaro to follow him. My strange informer was gone.
What wil come of this episode is yet to be seen…
Greetings, Figaro! I am a Green Wung, currently in the company of Bookworm. We would love to take the position of handling Development, (aka fundraising) to go along with our position as Treasurer! Adios, Gnuwa.
Hypatia- You can certainly work with Kokonilly.
Thanks, POSOC!
Eccentric-I don’t know if you’re in the vicinity, but I do recall your being responsible for categorizing the information. I’m most unknowledgeable in that domain, but if I may be permitted to offer a humble suggestion, perhapos a chronological log book would work. Something like:
June 29th
Wung sightings:
Wung Conversation Transcripts:
&c…
I dunno…just a somewhat random idea.
Salutations, fellow wungs and accompanying humanoids. I am a hybrid breed, a mixture of green and garden wung, and I am inordinately proud of it. The moment of my departure being imminent, I wanted only to offer my most hearfelt promise to aid and abbet the valiant efforts of IWAS.
(Hypatia: Stop giving them the prolix treatment, Fig…)
Would you rather that I give them the Clockwork Orange treatment.
(Hypatia: NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!)
Then desist.
(Hypatia: You win…)
As usual.
(Hypatia: Figaro, did I ever explain to you precisely how impossible you are. Speak whatever dialect you like, only for goodness sakes, stop biting my head off with that smarting wit of yours.)
Ask nicely and use the appropriate accompanying phrases of politeness.
(Hypatia: Please…)
The magic word.
(Hypatia: Then you promise)
I’ll contemplate as a much more serious possibility than prior to your using that word.
(Hypatia: Well, I guess that’s semi-comforting…)
Delighted to be useful.
(Hypatia: *sticks out tongue*)
*returns the gesture* My mirror neurons compelled me to do that, sorry!
(Hypatia: What a rousing discussion…)
Yeah! It made me hungry. How about we investigate the kitchen.
(Hypatia: You are such a glutton, but fine, if it gives you pleasure, Fig!)
I am not such a base character as to bribe you, but if you promise to prepare the tea with herbs, not bags, I’ll contemplate making the promise you’ve been working so hard to attain.
(Hypatia: Yet again, you win…)
No surprise there.
(Hypatia: *stalks off*)
*follows*
(Hypatia: *sighs* Its absolutely impossible to be l;ivid with rage around or at you no matter how hard I try)
I tend to produce that general effect. Come on, you make the tea, and I’ll read something out loud…
(Hypatia: Square deal!)
Hello All! Me and Truofer have gone into the zoo. We Are Hunting for the Wungs!
330- Don’t do anything illegal! Confront the zoo administration. Inform them that wungs are sentient beings and that they have no right to keep them locked up. If they deny the presence of wungs at their zoo, the sentience of wungs, or even the existence of wungs, call the ASPCA, Special Division 42 (Wungs and other Things). Their number, in Wungese, is
(ZoOOp FLIGGEn ORRK) SumbEr IMble THoop-Uug SpoZ fricsTen THIBB.
The original goals of this thread have been achieved! We’ve figured out what wungs are (or as near as any mere four-dimensional beings can do) and they have become the “next big thing.” Just look in the Hare and Hedgepig.
Sorry about possible triple post, but I just found this:
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42. The Man For Aeiou | March 29th, 2008 at 10:00 pm
“Do you know What Bunnies hate the most? Wungs. I know it. they didn’t reopen the wung thread.â€
Proof that my memory is not failing me. The wung thread WAS closed during the Hot Pink Madness, but SOMETHING reopened it.
-333 POSOC, may I join the Wung Appreciation Society?
334- Certainly! You may join any of the task forces listed in comment 302, or form one of your own.
Greetings, all! Eccentric and I are still in the process of compiling all of the society data. I thank you for the suggestion, Hypatia! In fact, it comes at the ideal time, as Eccentric and I were struggling with creating a comprehensive format. I believe that the following is the current issue lineup.
ISSUE ONE: Introductory Guide to Known Wung Varieties
ISSUE TWO: Wung Sightings
ISSUE THREE: Wung-related Associations and Events
It will take some time to complete these, as I fear that Eccentric is rather tied down with other projects at the moment. When the first issue is ready for publishing, shall we post it directly or put it in a word document to be posted by the GAPAs?
On an unrelated note, what is this Hot Pink Madness of which you speak?
I think we should have a party to celbrate the at least partial achievement of this thread’s aims.
And we should eat wung buttons and gingerbread men/women to symbolise the unity between the human and wung contingent…
(Figaro:
337 – I think we should have a party AFTER the job is fully done. Would you throw a party simply because you won a battle? No. Party when you win the WAR, is my suggestion.
New thread???
(Misis Mumford: If we had a party, make it small.)
Fundraising: A) How much money do we have?
B) How much money do we need?
C) If we subtract B from A, do we get a positive number or zero?
Ca) If we do, Yay!
Cb) If we don’t, go to D.
D) How much money do we need that we don’t have?
E) How do we get that much money?
F) Do E!
G) Use money!
H) Party!
I) Go back to A!
Oh, and, Hypatia, do you study other dimensions?