"Morrigan" <YFNJester@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote in
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> Speaking of the absence of hair - mine was dog-short a while back.
> Never do -that- again! I know I'm not exactly a beauty, but everyone
> and their Unca Bob kept calling me "sir". <glowers at the memory>
I once thought much the same, never getting my hair cut much if at all,
and it grew out to nearly halfway down my back. Then I did get it cut
short because I mostly got tired of dealing with it, and then just over
a year ago I started shaving my head, and I now will probably never grow
hair on my head ever again. A strange circle I've gone there, eh?
I've become somewhat obsessed with being bald, to the point that I'm in
the process of tweezing out the hair on my head to rid myself of the
shadow that persisted even after fresh shave. The effect is working, no
more shadow on the parts of my scalp that I've successfully tweezed out.
And a hell of a lot cheaper than getting laser treatments done.
>> {pauses, seeing if uttering the b-word might cause some far off
>> reaction}
>>
>>
> <eyes widen in horrified shock> Biscuits!? BISCUITS!? Twenty-two
> lashes from the nine tailed cat to ye for such awful blasphemy! And
> from one who knows better, too. <brandishes the cat 'o nine warningly>
> In truth, I'm not sure at this point you -could- be accused of Scone
> Neglect. And to devour the entire Henge -would- be gluttony, I think.
> There's only one thing for it ... <pulls out her wand, and aims it at
> the Henge ... focusing part of her own life-energies at the monument
> ... watches as it freshens, the scent of newly baked scones wafting up
> into the breeze> That should do it. <smiles wearily, and looks a
> little older than she did a moment ago>
I was merely trying to get some sort of reaction from those that might
be hiding in the shadows. Only 22 lashes? Well, if I can do the crime,
I must do the time... I seem to remember past transgressions requiring
a dip in the Lake...or maybe that was something else entirely.
Wow, strong with the Force, you are. Do I smell strawberries? I
considered using the Force myself to help preserve the Henge, but I
didn't want to cause too much of a disturbance in the Force for those
passing through to become frightened of.
> Soda bread is a bread leavened with baking soda rather than yeast,
> with buttermilk or sour milk rather than regular milk. Soda bread was
> invented out of nescessity, because yeast requires a superiour kind of
> flour to leaven bread, while with soda, you can use a lesser quality
> flour - but you need to add something acidic to the recipe for the
> soda to work - hence buttermilk or sour milk. (I use buttermilk,
> because a. I don't like upset stomach, and b. I'm not -quite- as poor
> as my ancestors. <grins>) Bread made with white flour is the kind
> called soda bread, while bread made with wholemeal is called wheaten
> or brown soda. If you add sultanas to the white bread, it's called
> Spotted Dick. Bet that was more than you ever wanted to know about
> soda bread though. ;)
Um..., yeah. OK. A baker, I'm not. Cooking in general is not a real
forte for me, although if pressed I can make myself a decent meal.
Lately I've had a strong fondness for a shrimp in garlic sauce dish that
a recently opened Chinese place makes, so I get that at least a couple
times a week. Costs as much as a trip to a fast food joint, but is
theoretically healthier eating.
>> ... Mud is just not my medium, I guess.
>>
>>
> That's because you forgot to fire them, daft fool! ;) Mud needs to be
> baked to hold it's shape, you know. Dry straw helps too. As for the
> dust ... <opens the bottomless carpetbag, and out fly twelve trained
> peacocks, which begin dusting everything in sight, including the rock>
The mud wasn't exactly clay though, and I thought smoke from a kiln
might attract various critters to annoy me. Flea carrying things and
such.
I'm suddenly reminded of a really fun trick I use in the game Black &
White to impress villagers: place a large rock in the middle of the
village and set it on fire every night. I decided that in the village,
there is a legend, "Every night the rock BURNS." It really freaks out
the villagers, and greatly increases my belief numbers, especially when
I put the fire out when the sun rises again.
>>
>>
>> If you need some help fixing up the treehouse, I've got some tools
>> that might come in handy.
>>
>> Traalfaz
>
> <looks around the treehouse - notes the mice nesting in the corner...
> the hole in the thatch roof... and the old bird's nests in the hearth>
> Um... a broom and some live traps might come in handy right about now.
> ;)
>
> - Morrigan Bran, Your Friendly Neighbourhood Jester
{searches the treeline...."here, kitty kitty..." offers a purring,
hungry cat to Morrigan} Here's your live trap ;)
Traalfaz
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