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Congratulations EE - Messages From Your Minions
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EE Partying Down With Minionites Chris And Robin
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EE has to repopulate the earth 'single-handedly.' No humans are left. Which does he choose?
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I'm here for the final call. A toast to EE on two down and many more years to come.
Oh yeah! And one for Robin! Great job! And another one for Phoenix. What a blast!
It took me all night to catch up with all the rounds. I looked up as the last waitress walked by and the place was deserted. Now I'm sobbing into my single-malt, all alone.
One of the most fun parts has been dawdling around on everybody else's blogs, learning a bit about the folks behind the curt--continuations.
Great job, Robin and Phoenix! You throw a heckova party!
Jeb
Jeb, honey. You're not alone. It's just so dark in here you didn't notice me.
I think Robin and Phoenix have passed out. Robin probably got a sugar hangover from all that goo on her site.
So Jeb, where do you live that you're still around for the end of the party?
I've just been hanging out in the wrong bar.
It's like going out of the house in someone elses' trousers.
There' s no-one else here either, is there?
Maybe I should get up on the roof and scan the heavens for smoke trails from an alien vessel.
Now, that would make a good story, wouldn't it? The entire minion pool abducted by The Spectacularly Tentacled.
What answers would we give to their questions?
How would we escape?
Would we reveal who our leader was?
Time for breakfast. Back later.
Sorry, I had a moment of work. You know. That stuff you do because it pays the bills. (And sometimes it's interesting and rewarding!)
Whirlochre, You're eating breakfast? It's almost 5:30 PM where I am. I'm thinking I need a break from the office soon. Maybe I'll go whip me up some "Coconut Balls!" Hahaha!
The whipping of coconut balls, at 8.38 in the morning, is an image worthy of a cathedral window to itself.
Still around, SW?
So, it's 2.39 in the US at the moment?
It makes my heart glad to think of you all drifting around in the dreamscape in your fluffy nightgear.
Back later when someone else is playing.
Hi Ril.
It woke me up twice in the night grumbling like a windy elephant.
Hi WO.
Thought you'd gone.
I was just looking for my-- Oh, there it is.
Yes.
I kept it warm for you. Had it long?
Seven and half inches was the longest.
How much did the tug-o-war team charge you?
It was easy. I just stapled a pork pie to the end of it.
I'm clueless about the banter. What else is new?
I'm sitting at my desk working on closing up cases and wondering where in the hell my 13 yo daughter is. She was supposed to walk over here from a friend's house about an hour ago!
That's never a good thing to be worrying about. Hope all is well.
I tried that too — but it kept falling out of my thong. Then I had dogs following me around and everything. And I accidentally stapled my thumb to my face. Guess you could call me a no-hoper.
HI SW.
Hope everything's OK.
You keep one in your thong?
Doesn't it hurt?
I'm not worried. This is a pretty safe place. No stapled thongs anyway!
The pie is fine — but the nylon weave on the thong chafes a little when I'm line dancing.
You should be dancing Tahitian in a thong!
Yeah, your pie's too cold, mate. You need to heat it up first.
Has anyone ever done that thing where you heat up a pie in a microwave way beyond the limits of the cooking instructions, just to see if it will explode?
I know I haven't.
Anyways — how's Japan?
Or (since that's a grand question), your bit of it?
I've exploded so many things in my microwave it isn't funny. But I don't think pie is one of them.
No pies where I am. They're just a distant fond memory. Can sometimes get scotch eggs, but the ones here taste like crap.
Who's in Japan?
It's spring here. Sun's shining and next week is the Spring vacation. Can't complain.
Saipan sounds vaguely Japanese too - like an exasperated cooking utensil.
My geography is hopeless.
Ril, I'll send my daughter to visit. She's been bugging me about going back to Japan. She was there for a class trip in October. If you need a break in winter, come visit Saipan.
I love scotch eggs.
When I was a kid, it was a weekly treat to have a scotch egg while I watched Dr Who.
Whenever I hear Tom Baker's voice, I always think of eggs surrounded by pork and breadcrumbs.
Saipan is near Guam. But it was run by Japan as part of its South Seas empire between WWI and WWII.
I've been thinking about Saipan or Guam. Lots of cheap flights from here to there.
Funny, I think of that whenever I see his face...
It all sounds very exotic.
Spring in England is good though — bluebells, daffodils, crocuses and Aston Villa supporters stripped to the waist.
Rugged.
Yeah? Tell 'em to put their trousers back on.
Spring is a distant memory. Pastels--a very foreign concept now. Flame trees are in bloom here. It's all bright oranges and deep greens, with brilliant turquoise and marine ocean.
Cheap flights are the ticket!
(Pants I can't help you with.)
Right, now listen here, you 40-odd Villa supporters smashed out of your heads on Special Brew, with your fat beer bellies...
Even with a pork pie catapulted from my thong, I don't think I could stop them beating me to a pulp.
Anyhow - great fun, but I have to go now.
See you later.
What are the beaches like?
Have a good day, WO.
I'm off home soon, it's after 5:00 here...
White sand and beautiful. There's good snorkeling and diving, too.
(Only problems are the politics and the power, which goes out occasionally. Hotels, though, have back-up generators.)
What's Aston Villa, whirlochre?
Bye ril. Adios. Esta agupa.
Sayonara.
Bye bye.
So, I'm here all alone, hanging out at the final call. Guess I'll start sweeping up. It's not such a big mess.
I'll open the doors and let evening breeze cool things down.
I'll drift by in an hour or so; check you did it properly.
Sheesh. I can't even clean up in peace. Somebody always looking over your shoulder.
I'd whistle if I could.
Good morning!
The breakfast club is arriving. Better sweep these peanuts into a bowl and pretend we're not completely smashed.
Hey there, fresh face.
What time is it in this bar anyway?
I'm at 3:24 a.m. NA Mountain, as appropriate to a keyboard junkie lolling just 50 miles from the Rocky Mountains.
I think the bar has the nexus of time travel itself time. It's 7:26 PM in my corner of the bar.
Aha! Now I know. It's only an hour later.
Anybody still/again up?
Oh, BTW, that 7:26 Pm was Friday, 4/25.
On the Far Side of the World, are you?
My daughter spent a year in Singapore recently. Loves Asia and would move back in a heartbeat if she could get another decent contract in her field.
I haven't been to Singapore yet. You'd think 20+ years in the neighborhood, and I'd have visited all the corner bars, but hey, I'm loyal to my turf. Seldom get around much.
Been to Japan and Philippines and Bali, and of course Guam and Micronesia (Pohnpei, Palau).
You live in a beautiful part of the world. I wouldn't leave it often either.
You've been there 20 years, you say? Was it love that took you, or career?
I've been in Calgary, Alberta for 10 years, and 20 years before that in Saskatchewan, but my heart, and my roots, are on Vancouver Island (Canada's West Coast).
I see by your blog that you have been hanging around Nano. I did a Nano novel this past winter.
I've been to Vancouver, BC, but never Calgary or Saskatchewan.
I came here to get away from my crazy family! Distance helped me appreciate them, which I do now.
I must be feeling maudlin with the end of EE's party. I was going to say, every part of the world is a beautiful corner.
Sheesh.
Better keep sweeping. Mckoala will be back soon, I 'spect.
I went to Saskatchewan to get away from mine - few people will go there voluntarily.
Ooops, sorry, went off in search of coffee and got distracted.
Actually, it's almost noon here, not really morning. Central European Time, I'm on the south coast of Spain.
It's a GORGEOUS day.
Oh, nice, Sylvia.
I used to live in southern Germany, and holidayed on the Med near Barcelona. Spanish is extremely rusty now, though I can still order a drink in several European languages.
Where in Southern Germany? I half-grew-up in Mannheim (the other half grew up in Los Angeles, this is my excuse for being schizo :))
good excuse Sylvia. Of course, your name, being beautiful and reminiscent of SP could also explain it! :-)
I've always wanted to go to Spain. And Germany. And England. And France and Europe in general and in particular.
Excuses are needed???? Were you military (CYA is SOP after all)?
I lived near Kehl, across the Rhine from Strasbourg. Traveled extensively for a few years, then came home to Canada to (theoretically) become a contributing member of society.
The Red Army Faction blowing things up around me was an added incentive to return. If I was going to get blown up by home-grown terrorists, I wanted them to be Canadian. But the FLQ was finished their minimalist reign of terror before I got back here.
Hey, bar's open again! Saipan writer, I think you missed the peanuts in that corner. Oh, never mind, we won't notice them soon. Sit down and have another drink, instead. Hi Jeb, hi Sylvia. Is that the crew? It's 8pm here and I'm opening a bottle of wine.
Typical of my luck - the party's just picking up again and I have to think about leaving to make breakfast for the early risers.
McKoala, what have you been up to this past year?
LOL yes, re: SP. When I was a drama-ridden teenager I was convinced that was significant.
I'll yell over the counter while you're in the kitchen then, Jeb. Make mine two rashers of bacon, a fried egg and a big pile of mushrooms thanks.
Biggest change for me in the past year is that I now have an agent! One of my YA novels is being submitted right now and it's just a case of waiting, waiting, waiting... Other than that, still writing - more adult stuff this time. Stories. Possible novel. So, still writing-crazy, or just crazy.
How about you? Stop flipping the pancakes for a moment and tell me.
Military: kinda but not really. My dad was drafted for Vietnam and went to Germany but didn't stay in. My mother is German and they stayed there for a while (and I was born there) but then moved to the states. My mother's English improved and it became clear that they had nothing in common - I went to Germany to live with my grandparents while they sorted out divorce/housing/new lives/etc. And gave away my dog. *grumble*
I spent most of my teenage years in Calif with a few brief visits to grandparents - then in 1989 I moved to Germany. I've lived in Europe ever since.
Hullo McKoala - and HURRAY re: agent (I know I said that before but it's not something one can stop bouncing excitedly about, is it!)
I know, Sylvia. I bounce daily! Weirdly I didn't want to tell anyone at first. I told EE, but asked him not to announce it. Eventually I put it on my blog. I think I didn't want to jinx it.
McKoala, I think we're in the same timezone. It's 8:18 PM Friday night here.
And I'm jealous of your literary agent, YA submission.
I've let my most promising YA mss gather dust. Instead, I've been writing more first drafts-2 nanowrimos and a script frenzy, and now I'm in the middle of another script frenzy.
But I discovered I can write short movie scripts-did a 10 minute film that's in pre-production with a local outfit. Totally local in feel and sensibilities-but I had fun doing it.
Well, guess I'll clean up a bit more. I've noticed a big fat rat around here. Literally.
Interesting life, Sylvia.
Hi, SP. Was beginning to worry you'd got lost in the peanut shells.
I'm in Sydney, Australia. Not far!
Silly fun for typography buffs.
The Rather Difficult Font Game
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Wow! McKoala has an agent, Sylvia has a script in production. Busy year!
I'm (again theoretically) not supposed to say anything yet, but surely nobody in the Canadian literary establishment is hanging around here at this time of night, so here goes: I have a mystery manuscript long-listed for a national competition (top ten) and the short list (top five) will be announced next week.
Other than that, I had a near-Death visit last year and have been slowly crawling further from the dreaded Doorway to the Underworld ever since - pursued by serious dog-breath from all those heads.
And you think a single rat, however large, could be a problem after that? Although I agree there are few drinks improved by hair-of-the-rat.
No, Sylvia, no...not more evil distractions! Haven't written much over the last couple of days, funnily enough. Lots of plans, but, yanno, there was a party going on!
Jeb, near death not cool. Near awards, very cool. Sounds like your life has been very dramatic. Maybe a good topic for Saipan Writer.
Oops! It's Saipan-writer who has the script.
Duh. I'd better either make more coffee or get some sleep.
Sorry about the bacon - hope you like it extra-crispy.
See you all later, I hope.
Bye, Jeb. Thanks for the breakfast.
A toast to Robin and Phoenix for such a fabulous party!
And a fresh round for EE!!! May you have many more years of Evil Editing ahead!
jeb. I like a man who's up all night!
But take care. Glad to hear that death is drawing further away.
And break a leg with the competition.
Wow, guys. Looks like there was quite a night going on here.
I'd honestly hate for this to go all dark.
It's 7:00 am with me, and I'm about to drain my senses of any niceness, by slogging my way into DC for the day, from Virginia.
El sucko.
Hopefully this will be up when I'm home later on.
See ya later...
And i'm in on the toast for Robin and Phoenix. Cheers.
I'm having trouble with time stamps.
No idea if you're all still here or whether this was all hours ago.
Anyhow — I'm floating around now with a pint mug of lapsang souchong and a floppy cookie...
Hi McK
Nice to hear you've not been writing much too.
Morning Robin and Precie!
WO, that's kind of a comical picture. A floppy cookie. I miss the socks, though.
Chilly without the socks; a nightmare without a floppy cookie. I might leave it to go hard and throw it at next door's cat. She's being a swine with the avian wildlife au mo.
McK
How's Oz? Sorry to wax stereotypical, but is your doorstep awash with roos?
She'll keep you safe from Avian flu, I suppose. Lapsang souchong, yum. I'm on the wine now. Hang on, middle of the day in the UK, shouldn't you be working?
After the deadly drop bear incident, would you believe anything I say about Australia?
I'm between hair pulls.
I love this time zone anomaly business. Kind of mixes things up, don't you think?
I'm very much 'morning' right now.
I'm not even sure you're McOzular now.
You could be the scammer from hell, bursting with fiendish tall tales to confuse the gullible.
Great image, though, the koalas.
Yeah, I had my morning head on while you were all boozing it up earlier today. It's quite weird, but I like it.
When I moved to Oz and was surrounded by loneliness it was amazing to find my online community was still there, ready to talk as if it were just another day, not just another country and another life. This was pre-Snark and EE, when I wasn't working and took up writing to fill up some empty hours in this strange land where spiders wanted to kill me. Then remembered how much I liked it. Now I can't stop.
Jeez, pour me another glass and I'll give you the secret to world peace.
Why did you start writing?
Morning all.
There wasn't a moment. I just remember my school teachers getting terribly excited with me. And now, I can't stop. It must be torture for those Big Brother reality TV twazzocks, not being able to write anything down. I'd die. I'd fill up with phantoms who'd rend me apart.
This blogging thing is all something of a new departure for me. I suppose I've been living in exile for a while.
Apols for the delay - postman.
I'd settle for the secret to internal peace.
Aha! JW is back for round #49.
Keep quiet about the bears.
Still love your burning hotel story. Needs to be made into a film starring the charred remains of Paul Newman.
McK
I like the idea of an online community but haven't found one until now.
This is a weird kind of bar: our peanuts can be of any proportion or flavour.
I'm typing to the beat of some heavy drumming. The Flame Tree Arts Festival is in full swing across the road from my office (where I'm stationed after work, trying to catch up on my Script Frenzy), and the sounds of drum beats--probably Micronesian or Tahitian dancers-is making the walls thrum. I've sent my daughter and her friend over there to get them out of my hair while I write.
I love the time scramble, too. Makes the party more fun.
Laughs
Well, honestly, it wasn't that dramtic. But we were, fairly inebriated so lusty, dusty firemen with with their hoses left an impression on me.
SW
Sounds like you have the best window view & aural treats.
I've got a man fixing his fence and some lunatic shouting at a dog.
May only have 10 more mins — here, not 'to live'...
Hi, Julie! Thought you were staying up all night. Did you drop off at the keyboard?
WO, funny you should mention BB. I used to think that I could never do it, because I simply couldn't go that long without being able to write. Everything else I could handle, but not that.
I wrote incessantly as a kid. I write for a living now - just ad copy and such. That stopped me writing fiction for a while. Now I work freelance and try and balance both.
Julie, why did you start writing?
JW
Wasn't that Clinton's alibi?
Oops, I mean, the other ones were drunk. I am delicate so I don't drink.
I'd love to do ad copy, if only to assist with the wandering round like a tramp lark. But with no CV to speak of, there's no way in.
SP, lost among the peanut shells again? Tagging you with the writing question too!
My view is of dark night and sleeping dog.
So WO, before you go, could you tell me about your name. What is whirlochre?
I got in via writing copy for free. Turned out to be good enough to get me a job. In Amsterdam. Does it get much better than that?!
Phffft, Clinton's alibi?
Like me saying what is drunk?
Oh, staggering up the steps and tripping over fire hoses might be a clue.
No, if I had sex with (insert baudy description here) I would be shouting it from the rooftops.
Hmmm, obviously, I need to get some coffee.
I mean, I'm delicate, I don't have sex. I repeat I did not have sex with anyone, ever!
Autumn 1990, in a forest.
First gale force breeze of the winter.
Leaves whipped from trees and spun in a whirl of tan and ochre.
Cut to 2008. Summer of my life just about over.
Spectacular possibilities still ahead.
Or something like that.
When does the summer of life end?
insert baudy description here
I think I've met him in a DIY chatroom...
WO, I used to write stories I envisioned to be books one day, when I was a kid. I stopped when my stepdad found them and ridiculed me mercilessly.
Then I won a "$10,000" race horse that turned out to be worth $500. I wrote all kinds of letters to the editors of horse magazines about the scam contest. One magazine asked me if I wanted to go to work for them.
Then the editor told me I had a natural talent for writing and I should pursue fiction.
I worked for the magazine seventeen years.
I'm hoping to make it to 213.
I think I've met him in a DIY chatroom...~
Really? And I missed him?
What a sensational accident. Who knows what might have happened if the horse had been worth what they said.
That's what I need — a cheap horse.
McK
No, I dont' sleep much, but I do need a little.
I've just put on my whirring cogs CD to pass a few minutes.
Maybe we're slow on the refresh due to the number of posts.
Yeah, I was willing to work with them a bit until the advertising agency said I was, "some kook who didn't know horses."
Then I started filing petitions with attorneys general in every state they ran the contest. I had a friend who was an attorney and he just turned me loose in his law library and told me to have fun.
One day, one of the company's 70 lawyers called my friend and told him he had got notices from five different states and asked him, "Doesn't that woman have anything else to do except instigate law suits against us?"
Warren replied, "You pissed her off."
What's good about this bar is that there's very little risk of any out-of-towners wandering in pissed and hogging the pool table.
WO, if he had been worth what he was supposed to be worth, I would have sold him and bought some rope horses for my boys.
I doubt I would have ever started writing again.
I love to shoot pool
Maybe we should toddle back to bar 11. Fewer posts. I need to replenish my wine glass; perhaps there will be more there.
Fate is a useful ally — if an untamable steer.
Well, it's been a grand party. I've cleaned up as much as I plan on. So I'm passing the broom and dustpan to someone else. Anybody.
turn out the lights when you leave.
I'm heading out to see what's on stage at the festival.
Adios.
Gyrate gleefully, SW.
Can we go back to eleven?
And yes, when God closes one door, He always opens a window if you aren't too busy banging on the door to notice it.
Bye, SW.
I posted my poem, but I don't think I will make any of the other contests.
I'm heading to 11, via the bar fridge. See you there.
On my way.
*looks at the mess and shudders.*
OK. I may head over there too, but if I don't appear, it's down to other stuff - like, I've been kidnapped. Armed men are ascending the stairs even as I type. Oh, it's Ok - they're here to shoot next door's cat...
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