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The meaning of your name The art of Pomeranian Name analysis For example. Condoleezza Rice Lumme, that woman has got a long name. I might have got an extra 'z' in there, but breaking it down using my own unique research, it would indicate that her name might mean 'A risotto made from a small apartment building called Elizabeth. ' The component parts of Fruitbat are Fr - meaning brother uit - from the Dutch for out or from bat - from the Pomeranian word meaning 'the part of the family that everyone rather hoped had died out.' Putting it together you get something that bought my therapist an Aston Martin. If you would like the origins of your name, and therefore your own subconcious opinion of yourself, please attach a comment, and Professor Fruitbat will be pleased to assist you. |
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10/15/2006 3:05 pm |
Well then sir...please I would love to hear what you come up with.
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10/15/2006 5:02 pm |
Yes sir, I would love it!  Rebekka, the new name my Lord will give me or Elizabeth, the name my mother gave me.  Elizabeth
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10/15/2006 5:44 pm |
Oh, this will be fun. Try Sapphire1965, or just plain old Sharon.
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10/15/2006 5:50 pm |
I have been told that my first name means Brave warrior, and that my second holds the motto or Art of War. I prefer art.  What think you professor?
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10/15/2006 6:23 pm |
LYNN FIREBALL LYNNIE 
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10/15/2006 10:29 pm |
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10/15/2006 10:51 pm |
Just gotta love the sound of the words "Professor Fruitbat" We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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10/16/2006 3:15 am |
Impatient girls? He does live far away, ya know LYNNIE
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10/16/2006 6:15 pm |
Oh dear... it runs in the family. I'm in bondage to my name! I have indeed tangoed with daffodils, trotted with tulips, and have I'm sure destroyed many a kipper, not remembering what a kipper may be. I am aware of skippers, and may have- in war like acts... destroyed a few of them, too. They pull into ports on ocaasion for a wee bit of ale, very unaware that they are embarking into the magical elven territories where wild flowers dance. I could provide more infomation concerning their outcomes, but I believe it is locked by a secret seal which must not be broken.
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10/16/2006 10:24 pm |
Inscribed personally by the Prof: Ha, clearly you are playing with me! As if anyone could not unravel the fact that you are clearly named in honour of Carbuddius Nooglepot, the most renonned explorer ever to emerge from the Tiny Mid European State of Woshpatchia. Sa- the Wospatchian cry made by any nobleman who is told that he must go off and discover things, or else pay his parking fines Pphi - a phrase that scholars think mean something like 'but i've never been out of Wospatchia before and anyway I only stopped for two mins to post a letter re19 - The Zip code that Nooglepot stamped on his forehead in an attempt to get himslelf mailed to his grandmother's house 65 ( or sigs tay faff ) which is the Wospatchian for Crispy Aromatic Duck, which Nooglepot claimed he had discovered growing in a distant land, and was something that Emperors fought over. More about Nooglepot can be read in the famous court case The Golden Phoenix Chinese Take Away versus Nooglepot, The Wospatchian High Court, 1965. (Another 1965, another coincidence) To name oneself such clearly expresses a subliminal desire to start a new career as a Lion Tamer I think I might need to change my name. While you seem to be right on the money with Wildflowerdance and Fireball, I'm not too sure about the interpretation of my name. Hmmm. But you are the professor, right? In colleges over here students are pretty much expected to buy in to whatever the professor teaches, whether it is right or wrong. So, I guess I will have to take your word on it, sir. Oh, that was fun! 
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10/17/2006 12:04 am |
The Professor writes: (and points out that the UK operates in a different time zone) Hellen, clearly an amalgamation of the Azerbiajanian Chell, meaning blessed fish juggler, and the revised version of a rare Hungarian dialect of LLein, which means 'She who hops regularly' The most famous Chell-Llein, (or blessed hopping fish juggler) was Chell-Llein of Troy, whose husband Agamemnon took a thousand ships to reclaim her from Orlando Bloom. Be warned, sister, in case long haired ex-elves try and lure you from the path of righteousness.  HAHAHAHAHA Oh blessed woman amongst hopping fish jugglers Oh no I heard it all now The only soft fruit incident I had in my past was..... well, hmmmm, don't know. Does an avocado count? It gives me gas real bad and cramps my stomach.....well I guess that's it a doggone avocado....uh oh Hellen I just had a brain flash-didn't avocado mean something like "nuts". OMG....wow I'm a nut- is that Freudian? [image] LYNNIE
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10/17/2006 12:12 am |
Thoughts from the Profesor's Study: Fireball This is a tough one. Some names you can get an idea from just by looking at them, but this is clearly one that is hidden by aeons of linguistic variation. Probably, and obviously I offer no guarantees, but probably, Fireball is a corruption of Phy-Rebel, who was part of the Great Confiturian Insurrection, when the nobles of Litchenstein rose up against the King as he wouldn't let them have jam on their toast. Phy-Rebel was one of the captured insurrectionists who faced death by gooseberries. It was he who made the now well known phrase, having been force fed twenty five kilos of gooseberries, 'It isn't easy being green.' Lots of people thought Kermit taking this phrase for himself was in very poor taste. It's psychological meaning, well, again it's difficult, but it probably suggests that somewhere in your past their is some sort of distressing incident with soft fruit. Ask yourself, dear sister, how would you react if you were confronted by a green gauge on a dark night? Try Lynn next time that should be gooder than being a fruity nut.  LYNNIE
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10/17/2006 10:25 am |
I was half nutzzz when I wrote that, I'm sorry, you can delete all that nutty stuff if you want to LYNNIE
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10/17/2006 11:39 am |
oops.....sorry......i feel like I just got scolded...... LYNNIE
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10/17/2006 10:58 pm |
Hmmm. A member of the society of secret seals? Clearly you will know the appropriate response when I say; Take my card, I'm a trader in parafin. We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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10/17/2006 11:45 pm |
OK COOL, well ya never know, I can't read your face And I will definitely stay away from the green things because now I'm an axe murderer And this will probably not go through because of profanity LYNNIE
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10/18/2006 11:28 am |
*choking from laughter and too many guffaws*
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10/18/2006 6:09 pm |
Aiieee! I am in the presence of a Knight Commander of the Grand High Order of Seals and other Aquatic ball balancing mammals. (kneels) Sire, my fishslice and eggwhisk are at your service. Thanks ever so much, now you are sworn to secrecy on pain of being burned alive on a bed of candles, or made to travel with the Moscow circus and used as a human balancing ball So mums the word. We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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Hi Bro, I didn't know that my dog (yup, he's a pomer!) and his breed had anything to do with the name analysis thing. ;P Interesting and funny post. Very entertaining and thanks for the laughs! My nickname is "Khid" which is Thai in origin. As for the meaning of it, I look forward to your enlightenment.  Blessings! Khido \(^o^)/
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10/18/2006 11:37 pm |
Ooh, Ooh, I know this one! The correct response, at least in North America on alternate thursdays is: "no thank you, I've had too much Port and am feeling flatulent." Oh, we have ourselves another Fruitbat, or a Fruitbat wannabee! Good answer, Bionic Herring!
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10/18/2006 11:57 pm |
Well, when I received my second PhD in Lastrophenics from the University of Lesser Congleton on the Tweedle, (the only unoversity in the world where you get your certificate by putting coins in the slot machine and operating a grab handle. I got four aliens and a Buzz Lightyear before I got my doctorate) I was told that I had a unique understanding of life, generally only obtainable through illegal substances or extreme blows to the head. But you can trust me on this one. I am a Doctor. Deep down inside, you want to tame lions.
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10/19/2006 8:08 am |
Why do I hear a tune from "Fiddler on the Roof" playing in my head? We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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10/19/2006 8:20 am |
Oh, we have ourselves another Fruitbat, or a Fruitbat wannabee! Good answer, Bionic Herring! Fruitbat wannabe, and Bionic herring. It tooo much, I can't take it all in!  We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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10/19/2006 11:56 am |
Ya know when I was in Bahsel in the Helvetian confeteration in the year 25 a.d. /b.c. the only Taurean girl I met was the girl from two rooms on the berese oberalp in the east side. Whell we dated but she just wasn't sensitive enough to my needs for me to continue with her. So she sent you last years flood... see what the magic Pallace of Osiris risen is like? See. Take heed y'all.
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10/19/2006 12:08 pm |
French Ladies are much more sensitive to my needs. like I used to wear bunhuggers. But then this lady I met sent me pair of Boxer shorts, for my bithday with all kinds of cocktails printed on them ( Fruitbat: coz you fershteh the symbology don't you,now?). they were from French company called "Coup de Coeur" which when translated means: 'heartbeat" and of course "what selfish S.O.B. would invite me to his wedding the daughter of G.M.? well that just broke this widow's son's heat. It wasn't thatv he did it. Selfish is his middlle name. It's how he did it.
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10/19/2006 12:12 pm |
And to make matters worse he would stop the torture for 25 years.
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10/19/2006 12:16 pm |
When I tried to get my payee ship back to go to Bryan's wedding out west they would'nt let me and I got arrested for trying to get my own money back and so did time during Bryan's wedding and honeymoon. That's how I earned the title MAN OF THE HOUSE.
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10/19/2006 12:28 pm |
So let's talk turkey. O.K.? I would be happy with tiffany's, Gallerie laffayette, Hermes, Marks and spencer, and of course it's affiliate Lord & Taylor. (ann taylor) Macy's Since Gimbel's is gone...., Grand Central Station and all the clubs on 44th street including the NYAC, and the republican Women's club, Bergdorf Goodman (because Jessica gave me a job in N.H.) The Apple store on 59th street, The sherry-Netherlands the Pierre, as well as the Carlyle. And you know what coz, you can do it all by giving me title to majority ownership in the stock holder's meetings as most valued stockholder. please NO double dealing or dealing from the bottom of the deck. Come on...
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10/19/2006 4:54 pm |
HUNH? We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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10/19/2006 8:09 pm |
HUNH?
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10/19/2006 8:16 pm |
Thank you kind sir (professor that is) I haven't laughed this hard since Eli's blonde jokes blog Do I dare ask what comes into mind with my name? Wendy
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10/19/2006 8:21 pm |
Well, that is kind of taking me out of my Professor role, and back into the realm of Fruitbat's guide for those in need of a date. What I suggest is an e-mail to Aslan saying something like you are, I don't know, an engineer from somewhere in Africa... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- HUNH? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm right there with ya Aslan In Spirit Sapphire!! I don't want to upset any lion tamers
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The Prof's Pronouncement: Clearly there are external influences here, as you have an etheral connection with Pomerania. No doubt you will frequently dream of the mountains, valleys and the famous lake in which St Bloffen the Unable to Breathe Under Water drowned in 1453. Khido is a diminuitive of Khidopopelopellopellopolis, which is the Pomranian for 'my friend'. People would great each other by saying 'Grettings Khidopopelopellopellopolis.' Unfortunately, Pomeranian for 'person whose natural expression is reminiscent of a constipated warthog' is 'Khidopopelopellopellopolou' and as the Pomeranians were a negative and suspicious bunch, they tended to assume that people were going to insult them rather than greet them. Hence the Pomeranians beat each other up regularly. Hence the Pomeranians who sought to spread peace and harmony, bred, as you know, the terrifying Pomeranian Tripe Hound, that they would take with them so that they might have the chance to get to the end of their greeting without bein beaten up. Hence Khido came to mean 'the determined friend with a big ferocious dog' (Khido got up after ROFL, clears the throat and in british accent says...) Thank you for the enlightening analysis. You are almost right there, you know? Yes, Professor, may I be so bold as to say that the more correct description of the origin of my name would be "the determined friend with a small dog that has a big and ferocious mentality." In other words, he's a bit nuts in the head but other than that, he's a loyal friend anyone could ever ask for. Good day to you Professor, and I look forward to further enlightenments from you in the future. Khido \(^o^)/
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I'm blown away by your sense of humor and creativity. I'd love to know the true origin of my name.
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10/20/2006 9:47 pm |
Oh, my gosh, how could I have missed that?!?! Is my blonde showing? Oh, wait, that would be Eli.
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10/20/2006 9:49 pm |
Why do I hear a tune from "Fiddler on the Roof" playing in my head? Here, kitty, kitty, kitty! Is that how it's done, Professor? Or Helen? Pointers needed here!
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10/20/2006 9:53 pm |
I'm one of those people who are always struck by funny word combinations. Now I have three from this thread. Professor Fruitbat, Fruitbat wannabe, and Bionic herring. It tooo much, I can't take it all in! fruit bat pineapple club kiwi small flying mammal banana wink
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10/20/2006 10:00 pm |
Quoting Aslan17: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- HUNH? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm right there with ya Aslan In Spirit Sapphire!! I don't want to upset any lion tamers Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!
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10/21/2006 9:47 am |
garowl even...do I smell tuna? We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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10/21/2006 1:47 pm |
Hmmmm. We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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10/21/2006 10:24 pm |
That's exactly what I was thinking. This lion doesn't seem particularly fearsome and using any kind of excess force might damage his self-esteem. Gentleness seems to be in order here. **putting down the bowl of tuna and another bowl of milk....whip in the back pocket of my red uniform with gold buttons, just in case** Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!
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10/22/2006 12:07 am |
I just spent the funnest 30 minutes of all my time here in blogland, and let me tell you I have had some fun in here before. My Brother you truly are fruity and funny. But now I have a true challenge for you. Search as deep as you like but my name is not found in any Pomeranian ancient archive and has not originated from the ancient elven scrolls found at the ruins of Eialsonm. In fact there is only a single moment in time that it has ever been used, hence the shortness of it. However, though tempted to point you in the right direction so as to not deplete the student funds in research at your very prominent academic establishment, (what was the name of it again?) I cannot. you must face this alone. Be brave and try not to get discouraged, again short period of time, hence short name. The hieroglyphics can fit on a pebble. Godspeed and don't forget to take and extra change of underclothes. my name is... CY
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10/22/2006 1:09 am |
That's exactly what I was thinking. This lion doesn't seem particularly fearsome and using any kind of excess force might damage his self-esteem. Gentleness seems to be in order here. **putting down the bowl of tuna and another bowl of milk....whip in the back pocket of my red uniform with gold buttons, just in case** Here, kitty, kitty, kitty! Must maintain dignity, must maintain leonine dignity....must..not let it evaporate completely if ears are scratched! We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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10/22/2006 9:26 pm |
**Aslan creeps forward cautiously, sniffing the tuna and eyeing the whip.** Must maintain dignity, must maintain leonine dignity....must..not let it evaporate completely if ears are scratched! **scratches Aslan behind ears** Awww, is that purring I hear?
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10/22/2006 10:02 pm |
Nice kitty, pretty kitty, good kitty.... **scratches Aslan behind ears** Awww, is that purring I hear? Bruce Cabot Oh, I hope not...purrr  We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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10/22/2006 10:22 pm |
It was beauty who killed the beast. Bruce Cabot Oh, I hope not...purrr More tuna, kitty? Or wildebeast? **scratches behind Aslan's ears**
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10/23/2006 10:06 pm |
Whilst I concede you may have a point, I still reckon that the red uniform and peaked cap play a role. We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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A true education kind professor.... Thank you...
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10/24/2006 8:35 am |
Professor, meeting of the secret seal tonight in the wee hours- 1:08 AM. Full Armor required due to prone orc attacks. Through Burn'em wood, right at Rivendell, and straight to castle of the late Macbeth ,where you will need to give the correct password to the porter, who has been attending AA of late and is a couple hundred years sober. You DO remember the password? I ashamedly destroyed another kipper, and gave him to a widow to use in salmon pie. I have after thorough consideration decided to keep my kitties far away from all of you. No offense.
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10/24/2006 9:25 pm |
Remember the password? The words which are tattooed, (well, transferred actually, the tattoo option looked quite painful and cost two pounds extra) on my forearm? Full armour could be a problem, but have got a woolly hat with a bobble on it and a big stick. We shall meet at the Castle. (i'm better with tigers. Lions make me sneeze) It'll be odds and evens for doing the password forward or in reverse. Good choice on the location of the password, mine is harder to read, having been placed rather inconveniently behind my left ear. Sorry about the sneezing, I'll wear my tiger cologne. We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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10/24/2006 10:40 pm |
Careful in Burn'em wood, there is a thika of flame trees that can get pretty nasty. It can melt any wax you're carrying. I have an extra breast plate and a left elbow cop if anyone is interested.(I got most of the orc blood off.) It'll be odds and evens for doing the password forward or in reverse. Good choice on the location of the password, mine is harder to read, having been placed rather inconveniently behind my left ear. Sorry about the sneezing, I'll wear my tiger cologne. Oh, one more thing; is this the same porter who fell asleep waiting for everyone to come to the last meeting, and fell out of the tree? Are you sure he was sober?
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10/25/2006 3:02 am |
my gosh fruitbat.... tis a wonder you havent gone fruit loopy with all this extra work you have created for yourself !!! OHhh God bless benevolant hearts and clever minds like yours ! As for me, I have a Masters Degree in Blonde Logic from the Academy of Blonde Investigation College.... and I will have you know, that after studying, STUDIOUSLY for a number of years, Ive found out its all been in vain... coz they couldnt teach me what I already know lol (and that aint much). Anyway... calling on your wisdom.... the name is Eli God help me, when I open the bible and read what happened to him !  *gulp* ~ contending for the truth ~ ...eli...
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10/25/2006 4:25 pm |
Ok- Who left there chain mail at the castle? The ghosts of kings have been clanging it and are making quite a racket. And- very funny bringing tiger nip. Like they will protect from orcs now. They shreded my hooded clock! Next meeting- the Inn of Whispering Horses. I have to consult Robin Hood and Aragon about the agenda. ~off to Dance with the flowers
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10/25/2006 10:15 pm |
I was wondering what happened to you, and why you weren't at the secret seal meeting at the castle. Or....uh-oh, was I not supposed to say anything? Are you even a member? Do you know the password? I thought blessed hopping fish jugglers were friends of the porter (portress).
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10/25/2006 10:26 pm |
Ok- Who left there chain mail at the castle? The ghosts of kings have been clanging it and are making quite a racket. And- very funny bringing tiger nip. Like they will protect from orcs now. They shreded my hooded clock! Next meeting- the Inn of Whispering Horses. I have to consult Robin Hood and Aragon about the agenda. ~off to Dance with the flowers Ok, Professor, the word is mum (and I don't mean my mother), about the location of the password, that is. Wouldn't want any of the old geezer members having conniptions.
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10/25/2006 10:30 pm |
Well, the tuna is starting to run low, hope there is wildebeast handy. We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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10/26/2006 6:11 am |
Ewe is a a top member in the socety of the secret seal. Gasp - Someone let Agatha loose, AND brought tiger nip?! Good Heavens. We don't need the Macbeths getting fisty. Aragon and Robin Hood are arguing as to the next meeting time. I say- quarter moon myself. And someone invite a decent bard. I've presently 5 kippers I can pass to hungry animals. Their state is sorry. I must spend more time with flowers and less with skippers, errr, kippers.
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10/26/2006 7:29 pm |
Swoons a little at the speech. Cries a little at the funeral. Sighs a little at the skippers. Mourns a little for the kippers. Whispers words of secret ritual. Tames Agatha with chocolate cake. Pulls Shalott from out the lake. Knows my life- is not habitual. Thinks you all are very groovy, and invites you to a movie.
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10/26/2006 10:28 pm |
Thanks for the extra tuna. I did offer him wildebeast, but he said neither yea nor nay, except for that one mention above where he was hoping for it. Maybe he didn't hear me. I'll give him a choice.... Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.....tuna? **puts bowl of tuna down** or wildebeast? **lugs big bowl over next to tuna and puts it down, then sits down to wait**
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10/26/2006 10:46 pm |
Ewe is a a top member in the socety of the secret seal. Gasp - Someone let Agatha loose, AND brought tiger nip?! Good Heavens. We don't need the Macbeths getting fisty. Aragon and Robin Hood are arguing as to the next meeting time. I say- quarter moon myself. And someone invite a decent bard. I've presently 5 kippers I can pass to hungry animals. Their state is sorry. I must spend more time with flowers and less with skippers, errr, kippers.
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10/27/2006 5:35 am |
I have a number of personas that might do the job. Since we're on the subject of names on this thread, my SCA persona name is Taliesin Flynn. He has in fact rhymed for food in the past. I shall of course be interested in the Pomeranian analysis of that name. The literal reading of the two names is pretty funny. Taliesin is a Welsh name that means "shining brow" Flynn is my ancestral Irish name which means "red haired". I apparently inadvertently gave myself an apt descriptive name which combines as "the red head with the shiny forehead" We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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10/27/2006 4:24 pm |
Taliesin Flynn - if you crystallise it and then put it through a Magimix on regulo 2, emerges as Fleffyn Tiggliyiddlenod. Prepare to be astonished. Fleffyn Tiggliyiddlenod was also the name of the first man ever to attempt to placate a rabid hippopotamus with swiss cheese. The Hippo didn't eat him, which in itself is surprising, as they are the meanest tempered creatures this side of my cousin Lullubelle, but merely chased him out of the river whereupon a camel sat upon him. When he was rescued, six days later, his hair had turned red and his forehead shone like the sun. A bath wouldn't have done him any harm though. in Wales must be a nightmare. I have wondered why I have a deep dread of Hippopottami. Mystery solved. We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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10/30/2006 6:01 am |
Professor- please explain how to tame a Lancelot. He's been unruly since Shalot was pulled from the lake. What worked well historically?
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10/30/2006 7:42 am |
Professor- please explain how to tame a Lancelot. He's been unruly since Shalot was pulled from the lake. What worked well historically? should make him somewhat more managable. Please correct me if I'm barking up the wrong tree here Professor. We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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10/30/2006 10:44 pm |
Pardon me for butting in, but I should think donning your best queenly attire and working on your Guenevere impersonation would should make him somewhat more managable. Please correct me if I'm barking up the wrong tree here Professor.
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10/31/2006 7:24 am |
Hmmm- Blue velvet should do.
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10/31/2006 8:09 am |
Barking, Aslan? Shouldn't that be roaring, growling, meowing, or even purring? We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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10/31/2006 8:12 am |
Nah, don't all lions speak Klingon and perform Shakespeare? We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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10/31/2006 9:35 pm |
It's a bit of a gamble. On the one hand, Queenly attire in blue velvet may make him utterly manageable and throwing roses at your feet, but bearing in mind he might not have seen such an red hot cookie in a blue velvet dress in the last 1500 years, there is a chance that he might get a little excited and undignified. Therefore, in addition to the blue velvet dress, I would recommend a large salmon, with which you can beat him around the head should he not behave as a gentleman should. My Aunt Jemima used to carry one in a shoulder holster all the time. She could knock Uncle Sylvester's false teeth out with a single swipe. Did you uncle have a lisp? Was your aunt as sweet as we've heard. ahem... sorry got carried away in my curiosity. Yeah...salmon... definitely. We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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Nonsense, only women can fall into trap like this...pure nonsense. Pomeranian...or pomona...nothing to do with christians, I believe.
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Like I said before, this should have nothing to do with Christians. Christ died so that we may have life, not dead. Idolatery and worshiping dead is from devil. Nothing Christian in it. Go and study more. http://bigchurch.com
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11/1/2006 7:29 pm |
With all due respect, I think you may have mistaken the nature of this conversation between friends. There is no hint or suggestion of anything idolatrous, nor indeed anything being worshipped. I must confess to being at a loss where you draw the idea of setting traps for people. No-one who has posted on this thread has taken it in anything other than in the light hearted way in which it was intended. I assume that you find it offensive, and for that I apologise, for that was not my intention. 'Nothing Christian in it' this was not intended to be a theological string, but I think you will find that if you look at the blogs of those that have commented, that they are all very much are people who know and love the Lord. Their approach to this conversation has been in the sense of unity, mututal respect and fellowship, an attitude that is most certainly biblical. All of them would find the notion that you suggest repellent. This conversation does not purport to be anything more than a nonsense. On your own blog, you have posted a poem describing a relationship between a woman and a married man, and also a comment that it is light hearted. Obviously, you must have felt strongly to comment in the way that you did. In all honesty, I think your forcefully made comment is both judgemental and in error. You are, of course, at liberty to disagree with me, but I would stress to you that nothing here is intended to undermine the sovereignty and lordship of the Lord Jesus Christ. This has been such a wonderful blessing - I haven't laughed so much in a long time. I came back after being off line for a few days and was so glad to see it was still going on. Thankfully the Lord does have a sense of humor.
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11/1/2006 7:47 pm |
I may trade in kippers for a sword made by elves. Still debating. I learned how to pull that face from the elf queen, and that, I'm sure, will come in handy. Remember Remember the 5th of November is coming up. Blue velvet it is.
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11/1/2006 9:34 pm |
Now I'm right there with you, FB This has been such a wonderful blessing - I haven't laughed so much in a long time. I came back after being off line for a few days and was so glad to see it was still going on. Thankfully the Lord does have a sense of humor. Nonsense? Who cares!?! Keep it coming, Professor Fruitbat! We love ya!
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11/1/2006 9:48 pm |
I may trade in kippers for a sword made by elves. Still debating. I learned how to pull that face from the elf queen, and that, I'm sure, will come in handy. Remember Remember the 5th of November is coming up. Blue velvet it is. BTW-FB a most gracious and respectful answer to the poster who shall not be named. I must say I doubt that i would have been so polite to such a rude intrusion. We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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11/2/2006 4:59 am |
Oh- half of you missed last night's secret seal meeting. And we -planning for November 5th! (Perhaps not Parliment. But- there are other institutions that need shaking.) I like the idea of us walking with arms linked and flowers in our hair to attack injustice. And we MUST sing. We could wear fun masks and wear blue velvet. What shall we sing? William Styron died. Let us have a moment of silence for the author of Sophie's Choice. One must honor literary acheivement. Lancelot, Aragon, and Robin Hood have regained some wits. Shalot is resting like Snow White in MacBeth's castle, a superb place for strange occurances. I had to use my sword to attack political ads on the telly. Ah. Election day. My to Do List for Today: 1) Clean castle without crying 2) Use my leadership skills and civic duty to vote, and try not to cry over results. 3) Write a love letter to Robin Hood, or Aragon, or Lancelot,or King Arthur, or Shakepeare. Yeah- Shakespeare. 4) Call orc control. 5) Jet to somewhere where wildflowers are actually still growing, and gather them to adorn heads on November 5. 6) Send Memos to remind you all. "Remember Remember the 5th of November. " (hmm Forgot the date of Bastille. Need to get on that.) Tah, fellow bloggers. Peace out!
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11/2/2006 7:04 am |
Translation: REPENT POM POM INFIDELS!!! "Historians have no doubt that the early 21st century was the origin point for the Pom Pom heresy. The ringleader and esrtwhile Guru of the "Pommies" as they became known, was a mysterious figure known only by the nom de blog 'Professor Fruitbat'. His writings indicate that his followers sometimes achieved the exalted status of junior fruitbats, but the exact nature of the "Pommie" hierarchy is an enigma." The History of Internet Cults and Dog ShowsHildegard Thistlethwaite, PHD. pub. 3017 We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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11/2/2006 1:38 pm |
i missed all the fun! This is so hilarious. any idea about my name? satsupi in bc but sarah as named. God bless you and thanks for this clever humour.
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11/2/2006 5:30 pm |
"To the reading of many books there is no end... and much study wearies the mind." Eccles. 12:12 I well recall frying some brain cells studying at seminary one evening, and I had to take a break learning to say the scientific name for blue-green algae backwards. oxynitrophototrophic transmutative organisms... Phonetically, that would be... Zimzinagro vitaytum snart... kifartoetoph fortiynixawe I do hope it's nothing serious in your case. I kind of like the classical definition of my name(s) Edward Paul... either the 'little protector' or the guardian of the 'small/ weak' But this one's for you and the Pomeranians... Edward Paul Colbert Draper
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11/2/2006 5:32 pm |
P.S. Ever thought of writing children's books? I believe you may have a 'serious' knack for it...
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11/2/2006 7:42 pm |
Hey this looks like fun..could you please do my name RIDDER OR COLLEEN
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11/2/2006 10:51 pm |
This is a bit concerning. Many years ago when I was diving for pearls in Alberquerque, I came across the wreck of the Lottie Herple, a French Privateer that struck an iceberg in 1777, having turned up late for the American War of Independence. In a leaden box, in the captains cabin was a letter, written to his wife which said, Cher Mathilde, Je suis sick to death of your mother staying chez nous. Elle est un miserable old bag, et elle constantly tells me je suis un rubbish pirate. Unless elle est back in her trailer park when I get back, he suis going to live en Tortuga, avec le mysterious Sa Tsu Pi. avec amour votre husband Eric. To the best of my knowledge, sa tsu pi, the mysterious pirate queen prophesied that in later generations, she would have a daughter who would carry on her name and expertise as a Pirate's dreadlock Consultant. Tell me Sarah, how do you feel when you see a pair of sea boots? Do you ever have the urge to stand on the prow of the ferry and issue commands? Have you ever spliced a mainbrace or keelhauled your grandmother? If this is the case, you could well be the Sa Tsu Pi, the one called to completely revitalise the hair care for pirates industry. I will need to talk to you at the Castle at the next meeting. Should my cousin acost you at the gate, say 'I am a tapdancer from Azerbaijan. Give my compliments to your Camel' the reply should be 'A thousand blessings upon your warthog' and they will grant you entrance, where, no doubt Mesdames Sapphire or Wildflower will initiate you into the pre-emptory order of the Secret Seal. Remember to bring a fruitcake. Did anyone warn you about the orcs? Wear some kind of protective gear. We hope you will choose to join the membership. If you do, you'll need to have the password either tattooed or airbrushed somewhere on your person.
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"On your own blog, you have posted a poem describing a relationship between a woman and a married man, and also a comment that it is light hearted." The poem you are referring to, was a poem to describe some relationships in our time, It had nothing personal to me. I have no relation ship to married man, In fact I have none at all. This person I did have conversation over net and he inspired me to write it to tell how some people do in our time. If you read the post it is said there. Your post is for fun. I only know that there are people who read horoscopes, some who calculate Numbers, some who take every hint to point to destiny and so on. I know that pomona and halloween is not christian. Well,...I did not know that your post was meant for inside group, I thought that it was open to all to comment. I did post my comment that is all.
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11/3/2006 7:12 am |
"On your own blog, you have posted a poem describing a relationship between a woman and a married man, and also a comment that it is light hearted." The poem you are referring to, was a poem to describe some relationships in our time, It had nothing personal to me. I have no relation ship to married man, In fact I have none at all. This person I did have conversation over net and he inspired me to write it to tell how some people do in our time. If you read the post it is said there. Your post is for fun. I only know that there are people who read horoscopes, some who calculate Numbers, some who take every hint to point to destiny and so on. I know that pomona and halloween is not christian. Well,...I did not know that your post was meant for inside group, I thought that it was open to all to comment. I did post my comment that is all. Dear sister in Christ, I feel confident that I can speak for most of the people who have participated in this thread that it is not an exclusive club. Some BC members spend more time here than others, but everyone is welcome, including you. I'm guessing that English is not your native language and that would account for part of the misunderstanding. Humor is a difficult thing to master in a foreign language. Many people who are native speakers of English don't find our brand of humor to their taste. There is nothing wrong with that, but please don't label it "unchristian". I understand that there are many people who read horoscopes and use numerology, but this is nothing at all like that. Pomeranian name analysis is not real. It is a fiction created for fun by our beloved christian brother Fruitbat. The rest of us have added our own fictions to further enhance the fun. No one takes what is said here seriously, since we all know it is a fiction. I hope that this has helped. If not, I suggest you pray that God open your eyes to the truth of what I have said. May God richly bless you. Jeff We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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11/3/2006 11:00 am |
"BACK AT THE CASTLE" Wildflower is out of wits and kippers, and burning the lunch, which resembles California Pizza but needs a more profound name amongst the intellects. Kitties snooze near the lion and hope he won't desire them for lunch. You should have SEEN Snow White's unbecoming fit when she found Shalot in her usual resting place. And Agatha, oh, dear; Sapphire- she swiped my Bailey's (which I ahem use for coffee purposes only) and offered the porter Jamaican Rum. And where, pray tell, did she get that? We DON'T need a repeat of his last episode. "Knock, knock, knock." Quite drives guests away. We need to meet before the 5th. But- tomorrow I'm attending the Murder Mystery Dinner Party on the outskirts of Sherwood Forest. Virginia Woolf is hosting, and I am cast as Merci Bo-Cu, flirty French maid. She hath extended an invitation to all Keepers of the Seal, and wonders if there are allergies to batwings, liver and onions, or eye of newt.
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11/3/2006 12:48 pm |
might join the membership, sapphire. Fruitbat, WOW! You got my french connection so right. Merci beaucoup prof fuitbat, et a tout a heure.
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11/3/2006 1:14 pm |
I need 5 members of the secret seal to go to the "Let's Play a Game Post" RIGHT NOW and play. ORDERS- or there will be discipline. Have a lovely day.
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11/3/2006 9:55 pm |
"BACK AT THE CASTLE" Wildflower is out of wits and kippers, and burning the lunch, which resembles California Pizza but needs a more profound name amongst the intellects. Kitties snooze near the lion and hope he won't desire them for lunch. You should have SEEN Snow White's unbecoming fit when she found Shalot in her usual resting place. And Agatha, oh, dear; Sapphire- she swiped my Bailey's (which I ahem use for coffee purposes only) and offered the porter Jamaican Rum. And where, pray tell, did she get that? We DON'T need a repeat of his last episode. "Knock, knock, knock." Quite drives guests away. We need to meet before the 5th. But- tomorrow I'm attending the Murder Mystery Dinner Party on the outskirts of Sherwood Forest. Virginia Woolf is hosting, and I am cast as Merci Bo-Cu, flirty French maid. She hath extended an invitation to all Keepers of the Seal, and wonders if there are allergies to batwings, liver and onions, or eye of newt. Tell Virginia I can't come to the dinner party, although I would love to. Haven't been through Sherwood since, oh, let's see, oh, yeah, since the last meeting. Took me forever to get through there for all the banshees screaming and carrying on. Anyway, I have an appointment with Dr. Suess tomorrow. He's supposed to try and teach me how to write like the Professor. Have fun at the party, though! And I'll see you on the 5th, unless they move the meeting back.
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11/4/2006 8:46 am |
If I may offer a little assistance here. You could possible refer to a previous post by Professor Fruitbat directed to a lady named Satuspi, regarding the meaning of her name and an invitation to come to the next meeting.
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11/4/2006 2:35 pm |
Knock three times on the door and say; 'I am a traveller from the west, come in search of great beauty. I have four pork chops and a bag of onion rings' That will establish your bon fides. The rest is up to you.
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11/4/2006 2:38 pm |
If I may offer a little assistance here. You could possible refer to a previous post by Professor Fruitbat directed to a lady named Satuspi, regarding the meaning of her name and an invitation to come to the next meeting.
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11/4/2006 2:40 pm |
I need 5 members of the secret seal to go to the "Let's Play a Game Post" RIGHT NOW and play. ORDERS- or there will be discipline. Have a lovely day.
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11/4/2006 10:58 pm |
Jewell or Ruth
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11/4/2006 11:10 pm |
l got to the castle but gt drank with Agatha and totally forgot the password. How do l join please? l am among the 5 volunteers.
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11/5/2006 10:00 am |
Can't help feeling a bit trampled having come across the "Freudian Slip" picture unawares. Things like that need to have warnings attached! I'm not a tender reed, but have a concern for BC members with weak hearts (or bladders). next time maybe you could precede the picture with something like: WARNING WARNING DISTURBING IMAGE AHEAD VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED Just suggestion of course. We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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11/5/2006 10:41 am |
Liver and Onions and batwings!!! Have packed spotted handkerchief, attached to long stick and have begun the trek with the research assistants. Sounds like an serious shindig
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11/5/2006 2:55 pm |
I think we need a party. So, at a mututally convenient date in the Lesser Spotted Banqueting Hall at the Castle, all are invited to the Tyrants of the Ancient World Look a Like Party. I will be preparing selected dishes from my repertoire, but if your health insurance is not up to date, you might think of bringing something else for the buffet. Following discussions with Satuspi, I will be going as Attilla the Bun, dressed as a doughnut with rabbit ears and a large axe. Please could you pre-inform me of your outfit, as last time we had a bash like this, Agatha let in Genghis Khan complete with his Mongolian Hordes, and the clearing up took ages. I will be seeking nominations for the judge for the fancy dress competition, and there will be a prize of dinner for two in the renowned Torture Chamber Cafe for the winner. I look forward to your ideas. be too modern? Does Henry VIII qualify? I'd have to get in training to duplicate his older profile, but I suppose I could use lots of padding. Nero would be fun, but I fear that there would be too strong a temptation to burn stuff (I'm sometimes a method actor). We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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11/5/2006 3:08 pm |
I think we need a party. So, at a mututally convenient date in the Lesser Spotted Banqueting Hall at the Castle, all are invited to the Tyrants of the Ancient World Look a Like Party. I will be preparing selected dishes from my repertoire, but if your health insurance is not up to date, you might think of bringing something else for the buffet. Following discussions with Satuspi, I will be going as Attilla the Bun, dressed as a doughnut with rabbit ears and a large axe. Please could you pre-inform me of your outfit, as last time we had a bash like this, Agatha let in Genghis Khan complete with his Mongolian Hordes, and the clearing up took ages. I will be seeking nominations for the judge for the fancy dress competition, and there will be a prize of dinner for two in the renowned Torture Chamber Cafe for the winner. I look forward to your ideas.
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11/6/2006 7:29 am |
hey try Lorrie , this is interesting ..enjoyed the reading...
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11/6/2006 8:58 am |
GOOD HEAVENS! Another outfit to plan and trapse about in. I can't do french maid, or Juliet, as I've played those roles of late. You know how I get when deciding what to wear. Help, seal circle-then- Cleopatra, White Witch from Narnia, Venus, Catherine the Great, Edgar Allen Poe, or Vincent Van Gough? DECISIONS! So - can I choose which band boys get to come???? I've a few in mind that would be quite fun. Virginia's party was splendid. There was a news man secretly recording evidence, and a professor with large spectacles, and the British Butler was killed off early on. I was accused of being lousy help. But I made the kettle whistle. Did everyone wear their flowers yesterday? Right. Party on.
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11/6/2006 6:52 pm |
Well, at first I was planning to come as Nebachadnezzar II, but discovered that there is some debate as to whether he was really the tyrant some people think he was. Then I thought of being Nero, but despite how much fun it might be to play with matches and sic Aslan on the Christians, I decided I really didn't want to bring any glory to him by pretending to be him. So, finally, I have settled on Brunhilda. I will be wearing the traditional garb of the 6th century, long blonde braids and a crown.
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11/7/2006 9:00 pm |
AS the Abbe Fausse Maigre once said, 'Lost is the man who beholds a fine woman hurling spears from a chariot' We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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11/7/2006 10:32 pm |
Thank you very much....THAT WAS FUN AND SURE WOULD B ME!!!!
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11/7/2006 11:38 pm |
As you youself pointed out it wasn't my heart that was in danger. So please don't feel you can't join in as much as you please dearie. I shall soldier on and if need be buy Depends. Besides, I should think Archibald should take it badly. Rigtht FB?  We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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11/8/2006 9:20 am |
HAHA squirrels and gnomes....runs from from both, ahhahaaaa.. that was good, thanks Fruit, lol...
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11/8/2006 12:05 pm |
Madam, you speak with cloven hoof. The Freudian Slip took us to a new level. Archibald has been on beta blockers ever since
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11/9/2006 12:17 am |
Archibald has informed me that he feels Esme was his interim person, the person that prepared him for his real love, and he feels that nothing could possibly compare to Hellen in a Freudian Slip. So he has asked for a day off from the Unicorn Trek across America so that they can get married. I think he ought to ask her first, but he said Errol Flynn never asked anyone, and he was the closest thing our village had ever had to Errol Flynn. I still think he should ask about half a dozen people to marry him, as it improves his percentages. He is 5'4'', about seventy pounds, and if you can see past the large spots which are part of an unfortunate genetic condition, quite a lot of people think that he has a nice face, especially if you compared it to a swamp rat, or something of that ilk. His hair piece is one of the most convincing I have seen. I don't know if you might consider him an option? He has a steady job at the Manor, and access to the bathroom on second Tuesdays in the month.
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11/9/2006 7:41 am |
Seems the jockeying for position has begun. We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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11/9/2006 10:26 am |
Seems the jockeying for position has begun.
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11/9/2006 1:43 pm |
No deal at all if Archibald is going to stink the place up. He may follow Cedric if he does not stay away from the gathering.Will think about some ideas before the weekend. Will invite the ladies for ideas as you are sitting sown with Aslan.
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11/9/2006 3:04 pm |
No deal at all if Archibald is going to stink the place up. He may follow Cedric if he does not stay away from the gathering.Will think about some ideas before the weekend. Will invite the ladies for ideas as you are sitting sown with Aslan. We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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11/9/2006 5:42 pm |
I think, Brother Aslan, we should have a sit down with Archibald. His current feeling is that he should auction himself for charity. His idea is that he should do a blanket invitation to everyone within the order to an auction at the manor in about a fortnight. There he will pose on a podium wearing a pair of Army surplus boxer shorts, and invite people to bid for him, the proceeds going to the Noddy and Big Ears Home for the Underpriveleged Meiderfloots. I'm not convinced. From Hellen's response, I'm not sure she will bid at all, and although Sister Satuspi is making encouraging noises, I don't know that she's ready to do a deal. Especially as Archibald isn't scheduled for a bath until March 2008. After the disappointing Cedric being eaten by cannibals incident, we don't need another blow to the morale of the research assistants. Any ideas? The winner would then be forced to fake her own death and move out of the country, preferably with a a new identity. Archibald could then move to Nigeria and go to engineering school. Of course that's just me thinking out loud.... We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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11/9/2006 11:28 pm |
Unless Meiderfloots are related to the Rodent family, the auction is pretty much a non starter. Unless we were to come in prior to the auction and tell the audience that the following was a performance art piece and place our own agents in the crowd to to the bidding. The winner would then be forced to fake her own death and move out of the country, preferably with a a new identity. Archibald could then move to Nigeria and go to engineering school. Of course that's just me thinking out loud....
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11/10/2006 12:10 am |
Unless Meiderfloots are related to the Rodent family, the auction is pretty much a non starter. Unless we were to come in prior to the auction and tell the audience that the following was a performance art piece and place our own agents in the crowd to to the bidding. The winner would then be forced to fake her own death and move out of the country, preferably with a a new identity. Archibald could then move to Nigeria and go to engineering school. Of course that's just me thinking out loud.... Nice to see you back Sapphire. Sarah
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11/10/2006 5:47 am |
Well, that wouldn't be me, then. I happen to like who I am and the country I live in. I'm thinking it might be better to make him a grab bag item. That way nobody will know what they're getting until it's too late. We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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11/10/2006 6:00 am |
Oh no! No engineering school for Archie in Nigeria. There are enough "engineers" here in BC already, who have degrees in scamming and the fine art of deception and convincing stories of needing money for urgent needs whilst stuck in Nigeria. Assuming fake ID. that's another one! that will be another topic, another time. May be, just travel the blogland and you will find loads of those already. Nice to see you back Sapphire. Sarah whose actually met Archibald seems doubtful. Who knows there may be some actual widowed Nigerian Engineers, its a shame there are a few phonies giving the rest a bad name. From reading the email I've been getting from Nigeria it seems there is a scarcity of good men. I have recieved at least a dozen messages from Nigeria and Russia that have convinced me that there are many models who can't find men of quality in either country. In that sort environment, Archibald might actually put his best tiny foot forward...FB what say you? We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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11/10/2006 3:59 pm |
Initially, Archibald was resistant to being exported to Nigeria, but we had a frank and open exchange of views, whereupon I and the other research assistants told him that his likelihood of securing any of the female members of the order was slightly less than Guy Fawkes being appointed as Parliamentary Fire Protection Officer. I think there is still a risk in actually allowing any potential marriage candidate to meet him prior to the actual ceremony, so I'm thinking an arranged marriage in which all prior contact is done via a video conference in which we sunstitute Archibald for a picture of Elvis with moving lips. Is it dishonest? Well, frankly, yes. And it may also be illegal. But, if you look at this in the context that this a fallen world, in which sometimes the perfect option is not available, you have to look for the least bad one. Nigeria is a big country. Anyone that may inadvertently find themselves married to Archibald might like him. After all, someone fell in love with Godzilla and the Elephant man. And if they don't, they can always go and leave him in the desert or something. Balance that against keeping a pustidinous victim of a complete personality failure who washes in alternate years, and I reckon we have a case. Or at least a potential defence. Or a plea bargain at least. This is not to say that I find any fault with your reasoning, especially as it concerns our Archie. Perhaps another option would be to send him to Madagascar. The latest travelogue I've seen from there would indicate that a person of his stature would be considered nearly godlike to the talking animals that apparently live there. Options, always options.I'm always looking for options that don't end in prosecution for any of us. We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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11/10/2006 4:06 pm |
Ok, that's a better idea. So we pretty much leave the "winner" on their own to figure out what to do with him? Isn't that sort of heartless of us?
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11/10/2006 9:17 pm |
Well, yes, I suppose you are right. FB had a pretty good idea with the video conferencing. But there is someone we might all be overlooking. What about Agatha? Give her enough of Wildflower's Bailey's or maybe even some JD and I'm sure even Archibald will start looking good, and smelling good too. She won't be able to smell him over the fumes of the alcohol. to consider it further. Lets just say it would not promote new membership. Don't get me wrong, it may well be that the two were made for each other, or it may be that the combination could prove highly unstable. We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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11/11/2006 5:24 am |
What a bunch of caring and thoughtful people you guys are. You have really got Archie's best interest at heart. Fruitbat, Sapphire, Aslan and not forgeting Wildflower, you are incredible. I can't think of any just reason for Arcie's match but to call for a debate and we can agree on one of your choices, They all seem good, especially the match with Agatha. Sarah
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11/11/2006 11:44 am |
The pressure to find Archibald a wife has intensified. We have just taken delivery of 3000 tins of Army Surplus Prunes which represented a storage problem. It is sorted, but Archibald is whining constantly about having to sleep up the chimney. He has a very low pain threshold, but it is unreasonable to expect us to put the fire out at this time of year. So, inspired by Sister Satuspi's thought, here is the idea. We invite nominations for a poll. We then give the poll 48 hours for the poll, and the, after the public have had their say, we post Archibald to the winner. If you wish to nominate yourself, then please make yourself known, but if you find yourself nominated and for some reason the prospect of Archibald arriving via FedEx is inconvenient, unnattractive or likely to increase your therapists bill beyond a reasonable level, then it would be good to mention it. Agatha has begged, on bended knees, ( at least, I think that she was bending her knees, she could have been too drunk to stand up) to be included in the poll, so I don't feel that we can leave her out Please forward your nominations asap. Kind Regards Fruitbat
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11/12/2006 3:28 pm |
This too has merit. We could just chuck him off the boat onto the beach and then paddle hard for ant arctica. Smile and wave boys. Smile and wave.
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11/12/2006 4:21 pm |
That does seem a rather incendiary combination. If we value the "secret" bit of the society I would suggest in the strongest terms avoiding bringing those two together. If we are voting to cast off our anonimity, the publicity that goes along with a trial might prove to be highly undesirable. In a best case scenario, massive property damage is likely, in a less than best case...well I shudder to consider it further. Lets just say it would not promote new membership. Don't get me wrong, it may well be that the two were made for each other, or it may be that the combination could prove highly unstable.
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11/12/2006 5:04 pm |
I personally think Agatha and Archibald are made for each other, and if we send them both off to Madagascar, then we won't have to worry about publicity as they will no longer be able to participate in the Society. They can start a society of their own. Archie's rabbit costume and Agatha's Mrs. Beaver costume (I saw her bringing it out of the closet a few days ago, in anticipation) would set them up quite nicely as King Pogohare and Queen Bucktooth. If she's really insisting on being in the poll, then let her and we can lobby everyone to vote for her. Or, forego the poll and send them on their way. I'll contribute heavily to the transport fund Satuspi has set up. the poll in favor of setting up a travel fund to get the couple (happy or otherwise) to the remote glory of Madagascar. We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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11/13/2006 8:39 am |
I personally think Agatha and Archibald are made for each other, and if we send them both off to Madagascar, then we won't have to worry about publicity as they will no longer be able to participate in the Society. They can start a society of their own. Archie's rabbit costume and Agatha's Mrs. Beaver costume (I saw her bringing it out of the closet a few days ago, in anticipation) would set them up quite nicely as King Pogohare and Queen Bucktooth. If she's really insisting on being in the poll, then let her and we can lobby everyone to vote for her. Or, forego the poll and send them on their way. I'll contribute heavily to the transport fund Satuspi has set up.
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SueBSingin or just Sue is fine too
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11/13/2006 1:39 pm |
Gathers flowers for the dance,and goes to find the musicians
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11/13/2006 7:35 pm |
So we have reached a consensus? We arrange the marriage of Agatha to Archibald at the Manor, send them on honey moon to Madagascar, and cancel the return part of the ticket when they get there. Could I trouble someone for an order of service? I am going to ask Aslan to conduct the service as he has a beard, Satuspi and Sapphire to be the Ladies of Honour, charged with making sure that Archibald doesn't try and make a bid for freedom and Wildflower, Robyn and Hellen to do the ceremonial clog dance to release Agatha from her charge as Gatekeeper. We will also need an axe maiden to ceremonially cut the bond between Archibald and his mother, selected counsellors, someone to batter the fish and a medium rare steak. Also, we will need applicants for the role of Gatekeeper. and third assistant research assistant, with bi annual access to the bathroom. Maybe some of the earlier visitors to the castle would be able to help out with the other positions. I can think of someone who would make an ideal axe maiden. What about Esme as Gatekeeper? Or Millicent?
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11/13/2006 9:32 pm |
Fruitbat wrote: "I am going to ask Aslan to conduct the service as he has a beard" Twil be my fuzzy honor. It won't be the first time I've been given an assignment based on facial hair. The clog dance should be a hoot. Of course I mean that in the most respectful and ceremonial sense possible. Shall I book Leopold's All Tuba Review and Fire Brigade to provide the musical accompaniment? We are what we believe we are. C. S. Lewis
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11/13/2006 10:34 pm |
Someone trampled all the flowers?!?!?! Was the lion out of the jungle tonight? Axe maiden? I can so be that. Let me at 'em. So trained to cut errr umm bonds.
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11/16/2006 1:59 pm |
Wildflower was given the role of the ceremonial clog dancer to release Agatha from her charge as Gatekeeper. But Wildflower has plaaned to be the axe maiden, so l guess that position is vancant now, fancy it? Prof Fruitbat will need to authorise it though. Sarah
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11/16/2006 7:40 pm |
Sister, I have utter confidence in the decisions of the members of the seal, my approval carries no worth at all. With Her Royal Highnesses standing, I would also suggest that she have a special ceremonial trapeze act during the wedding, to add further dignity to the occasion
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12/7/2006 8:57 am |
Whatever became of our Archie? Did he get away for his honeymoon as planned? No news is good news, so hopefully he is well with his bride.
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Trust me to catch up right at the end. Or is the party over? This is a post worth revisiting. Have time for my name: Sonia Hi there, just had to pop in to say hi. 
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As we are fortunate to have two recent recruits to the tireless team of research assistants here at the Manor, and, having sold the tires that made them tireless we were able to pay the electricity bill, we found ourselves both able to turn the computer back on, as well have extra staff to help with the spelling. Sonia challenged us, until Mephibosheth Heckmondwike our most recent acquisition reminded us of the Transylvanian Imperative. I can see that you are smiling to yourself. How could we not have seen the Transylvanian Imperative as the obvious approach straight away? Especially in the light of the enthordermic nunaces of the second cadence. Following the main T.I. principle, we thought our research would be aided if we hid in the Photo-Me booth at the railway station, and shouted 'Sonia' at people as they passed by. Edgar would be dangling from the light fitting with his video camera, to record reactions so we could later transmigrate the meaning. However, due to a problem over an unpaid fine, we are currently banned from all Great Western Railway property, and so we were forced to adopt a mathematical approach. Each research assistant stood on the roof of the manner wearing a jumper with the appropriate letter, jumping up and down to see who fell off first. Garbutt lasted just four seconds and landed in a rose tree. If you take Sonia1964 (garbutt x4) to the power rose tree ----------------------------------- the number of words said by garbutt on the way down you get the number Harrison Ford. So we have given away our computer as it is clearly rubbish. But just as the people from NASA came to take Frogmella away, she printed out desperately 'The carer of that which will be.' Hmm, destiny's friend. That's a name worth having. You are doing a great job, will have to get you some funding to continue this very important project. Hi there, just had to pop in to say hi.
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.....and to keep the lights on Hi there, just had to pop in to say hi.
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