The Return of the Son of the Scathingly Brilliant Segue

[Maid of Marvels]

(and other... things)​

Coffee's on, tea is brewing and the bar is open. Take off your flippers, hang up your deerstalker and take a load off your sex appeal while you let your imagination and creativity fly.

Let the games begin!

 

[Graybread]

I'm back.

Ah, very good. So what are you thinking? A soap opera perhaps or a dragon thread maybe. You know of what I speak.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Ooooh! Those would be group though, yes? Still, they are great ideas. You could put the ideas out and maybe ask around?

You up to our one-on-ones?

It is SOOO good to see you back on the forum.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I was thinking tonight about having to "audition" for roleplay when I wrote with ariosto at a couple of historical sites prior to coming to Lit. And THAT reminded me of a co-writer of mine who had people audition here at Lit in order to write with him. I remember getting a role with him without trying - I didn't realize I was auditioning at the time and he had a string of women who were interested.

How times have changed!

While I don't know whether folks actually do that now, maybe (after seeing several thread starters ask for writing samples) things have gone full circle? Even if they haven't, it's nice to write with people you have a certain amount of rapport with. It's still a good way to meet new people.

Ricky!!

 

[Maid of Marvels]

The hurrier I go, the behinder I get. I'm trying, though - and getting new/old ideas as I go. Not such a good thing, huh?

 

[Graybread]

Here’s an idea for a story I had for a number of years. In the tradition of Isaac Asimov, one of my favorite authors of all time, how about a story between a human and a robot.
Of course its set way in the future were technology has advanced tremendously, and new strains of STD run rampant. People are afraid to have sex with other people, so the next best thing is to develop a sex robot. But emotions have always been difficult to put into a robot!

If anyone wishes to run with this be my guest.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

she being Brand...
e.e. cummings

-new;and you
know consequently a
little stiff i was
careful of her and(having

thoroughly oiled the universal
joint tested my gas felt of
her radiator made sure her springs were O.

K.)i went right to it flooded-the-carburetor cranked her

up,slipped the
clutch(and then somehow got into reverse she
kicked what
the hell)next
minute i was back in neutral tried and

again slo-wly;bare,ly nudg. ing(my

lev-er Right-
oh and her gears being in
A 1 shape passed
from low through
second-in-to-high like
greasedlightning)just as we turned the corner of Divinity

avenue i touched the accelerator and give

her the juice,good

(it​

was the first ride and believe i we was
happy to see how nice she acted right up to
the last minute coming back down by the Public
Gardens i slammed on

the
internalexpanding
&
externalcontracting
brakes Bothatonce and

brought allofher tremB
-ling
to a:dead.

stand-
;Still)

 

[Maid of Marvels]

WHAT ARE YOU THANKFUL/GRATEFUL FOR TODAY??​

First of all, the improved health and recovery of a very special person in my life. He's not nameless, he just tends to stay inviz. Come on out and rest your sex appeal.

And secondly - something that I have been hoping for for years has finally happened - well, at least one third of the way.

I talked to Nicole, Gray! More than seven hours worth. News of Aimee and some vague news of Joe as well. I never realized how emotionally draining this was going to be. I'm exhausted! *sighs (You aren't allowed to say "I told you so")

******​

So what are you thankful for today??

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Just thwap me if I read another insert that comes with medication. "This information does not contain any assurances that this product is safe, effective, or appropriate for you."

*grumbles and hopes I'll be able to breathe again soon. Who invented allergies that just come out of the blue anyhow??

 

[Maid of Marvels]

My dirty little secret validated:

I was listening to a program on BBC's Radio 4 called "Tea and Biscuits". This episode took place at a British Citizenship Ceremony at the Brent Town Hall.

Okay, this is where it gets exciting...

The man who was interviewing people there came upon a woman having a cup of tea and a biscuit. That conversation paraphrased:

"I see you're having tea and biscuits. Do you like tea?"

"Yes. Every morning."

"Do you dunk? Do you know what dunking is?" pause "She's dunking! Look at her bravery dunking a chocolate biscuit." pause "Beautifully done!"

While I personally refrain from dunking in public, I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't avoid this in the future. Looking for dunking to become an event at the next Olympic Games. *nods

Dunkers of the world... UNITE!!

*PROUD

 

[yeishia]

she being Brand...
e.e. cummings

-new;and you
know consequently a
little stiff i was
careful of her and(having

thoroughly oiled the universal
joint tested my gas felt of
her radiator made sure her springs were O.

K.)i went right to it flooded-the-carburetor cranked her

up,slipped the
clutch(and then somehow got into reverse she
kicked what
the hell)next
minute i was back in neutral tried and

again slo-wly;bare,ly nudg. ing(my

lev-er Right-
oh and her gears being in
A 1 shape passed
from low through
second-in-to-high like
greasedlightning)just as we turned the corner of Divinity

avenue i touched the accelerator and give

her the juice,good

(it​

was the first ride and believe i we was
happy to see how nice she acted right up to
the last minute coming back down by the Public
Gardens i slammed on

the
internalexpanding
&
externalcontracting
brakes Bothatonce and

brought allofher tremB
-ling
to a:dead.

stand-
;Still)

Nice to meet you

Pop that one in my poetry thread please

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again…

And in the further adventures of Hardeep as he studies the British custom of "Tea and Biscuits", he has gone to donate blood. In its thrilling conclusion, he dunked. I think I'm in love!

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Good to the last drop!

Or does that pertain only to coffee?

I was saddened to note that dunking isn't acceptable even behind doors in polite society, especially dunking chocolate biscuits. As a beekeeper informed, his mother said that it was a sign of being "lower class".

I, however, will keep on dunking and encourage others to do the same. *envisions the beekeeper dunking in private when no one is looking.

Now that "Tea and Biscuits" has ended, something else has caught my eye: "The Atheist and the Bishop" - interviews and dialogue between an atheist and a bishop. This week they talked about death and dying. Next week: Do you have to believe in god to be good?

I can't wait to find out if a goddess counts or if everyone is just rotten to the core unless they claim a religion to validate their behavior - or lack of.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Patience does have its rewards.

Any idea how many Aimee's there are on the internet? My latest search had me going through page after page of myspace accounts, sending what must sound like crazy messages to people who "might" be the one I'm looking for.

BUT....

It paid off! I had a message yesterday that came out of an account that hadn't been accessed in ages. It was really her!!

Now for Joe.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Steiner's back!

Gray is back with something in the works!

OnHarry is trolling the threads and being very patient. (Hopefully)

I just know something brilliant is coming our way.

 

[OnHarry]

Patience my ass I'm going to kill something. (Taken from a 70's poster showing two vultures watchung a guy crawl past their cactus)

I am ever patient but not always vigilant.

Dunking, (I know you moved on but I just got here)
I like to dunk chocolate covered biscuits or cookies very slowly in the welcoming nectar of my brew allowing the substance of the chocolate to merge with the nectar and form a mocha orgasm.

Whew.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

SInce you seem to enjoy e. e. cummings, here's one I enjoy (but, then, there are so many of his to enjoy...)


may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she

(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she

but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she

(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she

(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)

 

[Maid of Marvels]

For those of you who know the answer to the secret of the universe, you may also know that there is a new "official sequel" entitled "And Another Thing... " by Eoin Colfer.

Now here comes the good part... fasten your seatbelts... It begins today over on BBC Radio 4 on Book at Bedtime.

Yep. You guessed it. Or not. But even if you didn't, do tune in (you can listen to each episode for up to 7 days after airing).

There is very nearly tea and biscuits.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

There is always something new...

I listened to a program on BBC Radio 4 about the Night Witches, three all female regiments that flew over 30,000 missions in WWII. In Russia they were celebrated as Stalin's Falcons, but terrified German troops called them the Night Witches.

You can find more information here: The Night Witches. There are even photos of these absolutely amazing women - girls, really. They interviewed one who was only 17 at the time. She said they had no parachutes or radios in their planes (which were probably less sturdy than crop dusters).

It's worth a listen and the program is available for the next two days.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

And because Remembrance Day is right around the corner...

ADLESTROP
by Edward Thomas

Yes, I remember Adlestrop---
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.

The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop---only the name

And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.

And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.

 

[OnHarry]

I listened to a program on BBC Radio 4 about the Night Witches, three all female regiments that flew over 30,000 missions in WWII. In Russia they were celebrated as Stalin's Falcons, but terrified German troops called them the Night Witches.

You can find more information here: The Night Witches. There are even photos of these absolutely amazing women - girls, really. They interviewed one who was only 17 at the time. She said they had no parachutes or radios in their planes (which were probably less sturdy than crop dusters).

It's worth a listen and the program is available for the next two days.

No doubt they had their own sqadrons or in the Soviet parlance regiments because they did not want the girls and boys playing together, so to speak when they were not doing their duty.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Déjà vu... All over again (still)

Today is Armistice/Veteran's Day. The following are some poems "inspired" (*sigh) by one of the best known poems from WWI.

In Flanders Fields
John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.

OH you who sleep in Flanders fields-
Sleep sweet - to rise anew!
We caught the torch you threw,
And holding high we kept the faith with
Those who died.

We cherish too the poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led;
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies
But lends a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders fields.

And now the torch and poppy red
We wear in honor of our dead
Fear naught that ye have died for naught
We've learned the lesson that ye taught
In Flanders fields.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Reply to In Flanders Fields
John Mitchell

Oh! Sleep in peace where poppies grow;
The torch your failing hands let go
Was caught by us, again held high,
A beacon light in Flanders sky
That dims the stars to those below,
You are our dead, you held the foe,
And ere the poppies cease to blow,
We'll prove our faith in you who lie
In Flanders Fields.

Oh! rest in peace, we quickly go
To you who bravely died, and know
In other fields was heard the cry,
For freedom's cause, of who you lie,
In Flanders Fields.

As in rumbling sound, to and fro,
The lightning flashes, sky aglow,
The mighty hosts appear, and high
Above the din of battle cry,
Scarce heard amidst the guns below,
Are fearless hearts who fight the foe,
And guard the place where poppies grow.
Oh! sleep in peace , all you who lie
In Flanders Fields.

And still the poppies gently blow,
Between the crosses, row on row,
The larks, still bravely soaring high,
Are singing now their lullaby
To you who sleep where poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

IN FLANDERS FIELDS
by J.A. Armstrong

In Flanders Fields the cannons boom,
And fitful flashes light the gloom;
While up above, like eagles, fly
The fierce destroyers of the sky;
With stains the earth wherein you lie
Is redder than the poppy bloom,

In Flanders Fields.​

Sleep on, ye brave! The shrieking shell,
The quaking trench, the startling yell,
The fury of the battle hell
Shall wake you not, for all is well;
Sleep peacefully, for all is well.
Your flaming torch aloft we bear,
With burning heart and oath we swear
To keep the faith, to fight it through,
To crush the foe, or sleep with you,

In Flanders Fields.​

 

[Maid of Marvels]

AMERICA'S ANSWER
R.W. Lilliard

Rest ye in peace, ye Flanders dead.
The fight that ye so bravely led
We've taken up. And we will keep
True faith with you who lie asleep
With each a cross to mark his bed,

In Flanders fields.​

Fear not that ye have died for naught.
The torch ye threw to us we caught.
Ten million hands will hold it high,
And Freedom's light shall never die!
We've learned the lesson that ye taught

In Flanders fields.​