This log from FurryMuck got recorded sort of by accident. I had turned on the log to store Yip's mail and then forgot to turn it back off when he went exploring! The first couple of pages were recorded in a crowd at the legendary West Corner of The Park, but there were no great gems there, so our narative (?) commences when the little dog enters the Owlhaven Literary Lounge during a poetry night and finds himself in the middle of a poem. (If anyone has a complete copy of the opening poem in ASCII or similarly universal form I may consider playing MiniTrue and pretend I came in earlier... ;P) This recording was made pretty early in Yip's career; if you have read his description page you will notice that he still uses his original "biquad" form, and when he looked at his room before leaving, I only got the rudimentary one-line description I put there right after claiming the room. The text is mostly intact, I have just inserted line breaks in long lines and edited out the orders I typed and the results from repeated 'look' and 'ws' orders. Without further ado, welcome to A N I G H T A T O W L H A V E N (recording starts) Owlhaven Literary Lounge(#78615RLCJ) This is a comfortable place, with low lighting and a number of couches and perches scattered around larger tables. Decorating the soft beige walls are feathered masks, and pictures of exotic looking people done in pastels and charcoal. The large window opposite the door looks out over the park nearby, giving the feeling of freedom. Beside a small, indoor waterfall are a number of pallets and large cushions covered in silks of muted, but colorful shades scattered around. A low table of some dark and exotic burl wood sits in the middle of them. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- A conference table, arranged and covered in white linen, graces the wall near the room's entrance, where Montgomery, a Basset Hound, acknowledges your arrival with a quiet nod. Obvious Exits: .. Under the Couch .. Runic Rhythms .. Alcove: Round Robin Story Alcove .. Grotto: Poetry Nook .. Hall: Art gallery and grotto Name Sex Species ('whospe #help' for help) Yip male *tiny* Chihuahua (biquad) Esbeemer Male BigFoot Tana -unknown- -unknown- Long Male Weretiger Micah female lionette Gryphon Male Griffin Pyrtlewing female gryphon Nyamindi female Ceilican [Clio] [female] Mewse of Epic Poetry | Lynx ( ) ( Into her head there came a cry ) ( "You'll not escape, nor pass me by! ) ( "You o'erthrew me once but not again, ) ( "Go and run, but you flee in vain!" ) ( Rikka laughed. ) ( ) ( "Oh wizard strong, who yet pursues, ) ( "You think to catch me, fleet fox whose ) ( "Speed passes all, and my magic ) ( "O'ercomes yours -- oh, how tragic! ) ( "You waste your time." ) ( ) ( But close the monster on her tail ) ( And none too likely it'd fail, ) ( So Rikka flashed with light and changed, ) ( Owl into high sky ranged, ) ( Running scared. ) ( ) ( Closer now and closer came ) ( Rikka called and shaped the flame ) ( The foxfire that would strike the 'goyle ) ( From the sky, but the wizard foiled ) ( Her plan -- she failed. ) ( ) ( Suddenly another call, ) ( "Need some help? I've naught at all ) ( "To do 'sides this. I'll lend my power ) ( "And we shall within the hour ) ( "Triumphant fly." ) ( ) ( She knew relief -- 'twas Hardim here ) ( Trickster uncle who knew no fear ) ( Raven and owl they flew yet higher ) ( Called upon the magic fire ) ( And set it free. ) ( ) ( Burned through were ties of 'goyle to mage ) ( Foiled the dark one's hideous rage ) ( The monster crumbled and disappeared ) ( Rikka and Hardim together jeered ) ( At the fallen one. ) ( ) ( But weakly yet, a voice replied, ) ( "You think youve won -- Ive not yet died. ) ( "Ill come again, and very soon ) ( "I'll meet thee 'gain when dark the moon. ) ( "Watch your backs." ) Nyamindi rests her poor tired fingers. It's really more of a filk song or ballad than a poem. Micah wows. "That's lovely! It's so hard to carry a story through verse, but you've done it handily." :) Nyamindi nods. "Working on it. I started it last night, actually. 25 pages into it, and scarce begun. That song actually comes from the second... book, I suppose. The second part." Nyamindi's nose goes pink. It's kind of... rough? Dunno. Gryphon smiles... "That was great! I love bards, especially fox bards! ;>" Micah likes it a lot, Nyamindi. You should write music for it. :) Pyrtlewing churrs, "Very nice! " Nyamindi's horrid with music. :-p I can carry a tune, but I've never been able to /write/ them. Pyrtlewing waves to Yip! Gryphon smiles at Pyrtlewing... "I finished your assignment, m'lady." Yip wags his tail. Pyrtlewing smiles. "Ahhh! Good sir, please read it!" Gryphon looks about... "Anybody else wish to go before...?" Nyamindi's all poemed out. ;) Micah is after Long (whom she guesses is after Gryphon). "Go, arii!" :) Long nodnods. "Go for it. :)" Gryphon erfs and hopes he formatted this right... If he didn't, please forgive him. ;> Gryphon is going to steal Nyamindi's spoofing method, as it is cleaner than his own posing method... "Here goes..." ( It takes much more than just one tool to make your way in life: ) ( You cannot cut meat with a spoon, nor dip soup with a knife. ) ( You cannot solve a riddle by assailing it with an axe. ) ( And you'll never fell a mighty tree by bombarding it with facts. ) ( ... ) ( And for this reason, a creature came to embody part for need; ) ( With wings to tread the vasty skies, and paws for earthbound speed. ) ( With claws to rend and beak to tear, and senses sharp and keen, ) ( Guided by a crafty brain, but never cruel or mean. ) ( ... ) ( "Is it some sort of cat?" one creature asks. "Or perhaps a sort of bird?" ) ( "Related to both," another creature said, "Or at least that's what I heard." ) ( "No, you see, it's just a myth!" Another creature said. ) ( "A thing can't have one creature's tail and another creature's head!" ) ( ... ) ( But listening to this from well on high, the being in question laughs. ) ( "How silly that the world does wish I be analyzed by halves." ) ( "I'm not half cat, nor am I half bird, for it's very plain to see..." ) ( "Whatever it is that I am not, I'm most assuredly all ME." ) ( ... ) ( And with that little insight, away the winged being flew. ) ( "The world's been going downhill since the day that it was new." ) ( "Maybe a little time away is exactly what I need..." ) ( And then the being departed with every bit of speed. ) ( ... ) ( So now to see this creature, which once did tread the skies, ) ( You'll have to look to ancient tales, or the better lullabyes. ) ( Sometimes shown in pictures, and sometimes cast in stone ) ( On some transient god's temple or some despot ruler's throne. ) ( ... ) ( But all these things are miniscule, all are just a part ) ( Of that now-elusive creature; a tiny sampling of it's heart. ) ( But what is this being I speak of? What was it called, you ask? ) ( I'd tell you, friend, but I'm afraid I'm just too modest for the task. ) ( ... ) ( (But stop by OwlHaven, and if you dare get bored, one of those unnamed critters will make you write a poem for her.) ) Nyamindi laughs! Nyamindi applauds. Is good! Pyrtlewing ROFLS!!!! and bows her head. "Excellent!" Long laughs, shaking his head. "That was great. Silverstein-ish." Esbeemer LOLs.... :) Micah hides! She is NOT going to go anytime soon after that masterwork!! Yip wags his tail. Gryphon erfs and smiles... "Pardon my immense lack of modesty in choosing what subject to embellish! ;>" Pyrtlewing chucklechurrs. "It was perfect!" Pyrtlewing churrs, "We should do an 'our species' night." Long grins, shaking his head, "I'm not sure I -have- anything I'd be comfortable with putting up after those two poems." Esbeemer erks, and has to work that night.... ;) Pyrtlewing churrs, "Esbie's going to have a heck of a time rhyming Sasquatch. The only rhyme I canthink of is Succotash." Gryphon crumples the parchment and eats it... There must be no proof! ( Baywatch? ) Esbeemer is a BigFoot, anyway. :) Pyrtlewing smiles. "Micah? Or Long?" Gryphon LAUGHS!!!!!!! Gryphon liked the Baywatch rhyme. :> Micah commiserates with Long. 8, Micah can be brave. Her offering is tiny. :) Nyamindi sniggers. All that fur and a bikini.... Esbeemer WILL NOT wear a bikini again... Not unless he gets paid scale *first*.. :) Clio suggests 'The bigfoot with a Swatch'? ;> Long grins, "Go ahead, Micah... a braver soul than I." ( Not even a two piece? ) Pyrtlewing darns. "All I have are feathers. No scales." Yip tries to think of a rhyme on chihuahua. Clio suggests, 'The bigfoot who buckles his swash'? ;> Micah briefly explains that she was commissioned to create a poem for her sister's Mage game, whose theme was 'The Eternal Court' -- all the characters were manifestations of pretty tortured architypes (The King, the Queen, the Lover, the Fool, The Bard, the Sage). She got two stanzas into it and couldn't get any farther, but should finish it up someday. It's not so bad. :) Micah says, "It was quite an angsty game, so it's quite an angsty two stanzas." Nyamindi ahs? *listens* Long ooohs. Sounds neat. Pyrtlewing grins. Micah | Micah | The people speak of legends, used as torches through the nights Micah | of darkness, sorrow, perfidy, of toil and endless frights. Micah | The heros of the tragedies serve as companions to be used: Micah | tales over which to warm the soul, old friends and deaths enthused. Micah | The folk of legend cease to wear the rust of human souls, Micah | masks without a face within, or embers without coals. Micah | Micah | Yet legends have inside a granule of truth implied, Micah | through endless age, someone lived and cried. Micah | Doomed to walk a path so often trod Micah | there concrete formed from hard-packed sod: Micah | the Eternal Court of legend born Micah | whom merciless humanity has forsworn. Micah | Micah flicks an ear. Micah taps her lag too. :) Pyrtlewing churrs, "I like that pair of lines: the folk of legend cease to wear the rust of human souls... " Long hmmms. "Enough right there to make me wish I'd played in that campaign..." Nyamindi reads over, and nods. Ditto Pyrtle. They have a very distinct rhythm and the images... mrr. The second stanza is all like that. Micah says, "It was a very good campaign. :)" Micah wrote 35,000 words about that character. She was beautiful. :) Pyrtlewing grins. Gryphon smiles and likes it! "It almost made the Eternal Court sound like elementals, with the mention of sod! Good imagery, and indeed angst-filled." Nyamindi yeeps. Wow. Long grins, "Alright... my turn, then. Umm... choice 'tween two. Do people here read the Runic Rhythms board? If so, i won't use the one that was posted there..." Micah hasn't. :) Gryphon hasn't ever read it... Pyrtlewing churrs, "I haven't." Rackety just entered Under The Couch from the use of the program 'ptport.muf'. Long chuckles. "That settles that then... I didn't read one called 'Modern Psychology last time, did I, Pyrtlewing? I don't remember." You dive quickly under the couch.... Under The Couch(#105550RLCJ) You are under the couch that sits in the Owlhaven Literary Lounge Due to extended divings of a BigFoot and a Gryphon, this place isn't dirty or dusty at all. It's a cozy little hollow, with lots of pillows to recline and relax on, and still keep track of the comings and goings in the Lounge. Be careful! The people in the lounge can hear you! You can go to get back into the lounge. Contents: Rackety soft blanket a comfy pillow small reading light Lava Lamp Lord of the Rings poster From the Lounge, Pyrtlewing waves to Rackety. From the Lounge, Pyrtlewing churrs, "I don't believe you did." From the Lounge, Nyamindi hasn't either. Name Sex Species ('whospe #help' for help) Yip male *tiny* Chihuahua (biquad) Rackety female crankety 'Coon From the Lounge, Nyamindi /lags/ From the Lounge, Long nodnods. "Here goes, then... another off-da-wall poem... not as pretty and rhythmy as the others. I wish it were. ;)" From the Lounge, Long.. Modern Psychology From the Lounge, Long.. ----------------- From the Lounge, Long.. From the Lounge, Long.. Shards of life From the Lounge, Long.. Shred slice slip slide From the Lounge, Long.. From the whole From the Lounge, Long.. Beat by beat From the Lounge, Long.. Drum by drum From the Lounge, Long.. From the Lounge, Long.. Who will save your soul? From the Lounge, Long.. From the Lounge, Long.. Do you deserve your soul From the Lounge, Long.. Does your soul deserve you From the Lounge, Long.. Empty vessels of wine From the Lounge, Long.. Reflect the void that makes up From the Lounge, Long.. New York City From the Lounge, Long.. From the Lounge, Long.. At night From the Lounge, Long.. No one can hear you scream From the Lounge, Long.. At night From the Lounge, Long.. Or during the day... From the Lounge, Long.. From the Lounge, Long.. No one laments the sea lion From the Lounge, Long.. Devoured by the polar bear for lunch From the Lounge, Long.. But crystaline tears shatter on Eskimo flesh From the Lounge, Long.. When nature versus nuture From the Lounge, Long.. Bang bang From the Lounge, Long.. From the Lounge, Long.. Shatter... From the Lounge, Long.. Explode... From the Lounge, Long.. Implode... From the Lounge, Long.. Repair...? From the Lounge, Long.. From the Lounge, Long.. Public aparments, Kitty Genovese, From the Lounge, Long.. Or the afterlife From the Lounge, Long.. Which has the better view From the Lounge, Long.. Of Hell? From the Lounge, Long.. From the Lounge, Long.. New York City is like that From the Lounge, Long.. Welcome to the Big Apple From the Lounge, Long.. Hope you have insurance Rackety yows!!!! Poem spam!!! aiieeee! From the Lounge, Gryphon pokes under the couch with a paw... "Hey, I seem to sense coons under there! PaRackety?" Rackety nodnods. :) Rackety waves. From the Lounge, Clio pets the couchcoon. ;> From the Lounge, Pyrtlewing churrs, "Wow. I like that 'does your soul deserve you'! Never thought of that!" From the Lounge, Gryphon smiles and likes it! "It conveyed the New York archetype well indeed!" Rackety chhirrrrs happily. :) From the Lounge, Nyamindi mphs. Kitty Genovese -- the one shot in front of her apartment a number of times and no one came to help? From the Lounge, Micah hmmms. "That's interesting." :) From the Lounge, Long nods to Nyamindi. "Sort of. She was assaulted, beaten, stabbed, raped, left for dead, then the attacked came back, raped again, and killed her... while 47 people watched on from apartments, no one calling the cops, because they assumed someone else would." From the Lounge, Gryphon liked the question about which had the better view of hell. From the Lounge, Tana breaks her normal quiet. "It's kind of just scary. When you think about it. But nice. And wasn't there a lot more than being shot?" From the Lounge, Pyrtlewing nods. "I remember when that happened." From the Lounge, Micah blinks at Long. From the Lounge, Nyamindi shudders. From the Lounge, Long passes out cookies. With lots of sugar. "I knew I shoulda sent the funny poem out before I left..." ;) From the Lounge, Pyrtlewing grins. From the Lounge, Tana has lag. "Forgive my late commentary. Nice poem, Long. A lot of people don't have it in them to express feelings on such subjects. I liked it." :) From the Lounge, Pyrtlewing churrs, "Actually, the sad thing is that we are shocked only because we expect certain behaviors in people. They do worse in other countries... in ethnic wars." From the Lounge, Micah wonders if anyone knows what a LATA is? From the Lounge, Pyrtlewing churrs, "Perhaps the good thing is that it provoked outrage here. If it had been a Huttu woman and a gang of Tutsis in the Tutsi territory, no one would have thought about it." From the Lounge, Long mmms, nodding. "I'd hate to see the Psychology textbooks in those countries... ;) "Lata? Isn't that a relaxed version of later?" From the Lounge, Pyrtlewing churrs, "No... not by that acronym. I know what 'latte' is!" From the Lounge, Gryphon nods... "Indeed, if one feels that the people of the world have reached the depths of depravity, hey, wait a day..." From the Lounge, Esbeemer nods, "Local Access Telephone Area, or something of the like. Where Long Distance companys take over from a Local copany when you cross a LATA line.. :) From the Lounge, Micah cheers at Esbeemer! But won't read her corporate poem anyway, since only one person knows what a LATA is. :) From the Lounge, Pyrtlewing wows at Esbeemer! From the Lounge, Long hmms. "Anyone mind if I send the other one, so as to leave on a more positve note? I hate hogging the bandwith like this..." From the Lounge, Gryphon says, "Oh, Micah, come on, we know NOW. :>" From the Lounge, Nyamindi doesn't mind a bit. From the Lounge, Gryphon doesn't mind. :> From the Lounge, Micah yeahs, but she'd have to explain about the Telecommunications Act and the Bells, etc, etc. ;) From the Lounge, Micah says, "Go ahead, Long!" From the Lounge, Esbeemer worked for AT&T once.. :) You say, "Try us." From the Lounge, Long nods. It's a rhymer. Its silly. Is self-explanatory. Enjoy. :) From the Lounge, Pyrtlewing churrs, "Go ahead Long... and then Micah!" From the Lounge, Long.. Ode to a Prisoner Jan just entered Owlhaven Literary Lounge from Taxi Service. From the Lounge, Long.. ----------------- From the Lounge, Long.. From the Lounge, Long.. Silly little gerbil, in your plastic ball, From the Lounge, Long.. Crashing into doorways, rolling down the hall. From the Lounge, Long.. A toothy little grin on your furry little face, From the Lounge, Long.. Searching here, going there, rolling anyplace. From the Lounge, Long.. From the Lounge, Long.. Run free, mighty gerbil, From the Lounge, Long.. Let loose from your plastic home; From the Lounge, Long.. Have fun, mighty gerbil, From the Lounge, Long.. Enjoy this time to roam! From the Lounge, Long.. From the Lounge, Long.. You run down the halls, From the Lounge, Long.. Bound down the stairs, From the Lounge, Long.. Crash into walls, From the Lounge, Long.. Never losing your airs. From the Lounge, Long.. From the Lounge, Long.. Sadly, little gerbil, your time is done, From the Lounge, Long.. And you must be taken from your source of fun. From the Lounge, Long.. Silent cries and pleads are all that I heat From the Lounge, Long.. As I set you in the case, on your little rear. From the Lounge, Long.. From the Lounge, Long.. Move along, tiny rodent, From the Lounge, Long.. And sulk in your bed. From the Lounge, Long.. Keep those memories of freedom From the Lounge, Long.. Locked in your head. From the Lounge, Long icks. Typo, fourth stanza... heat=hear... From the Lounge, Micah eeps at Long! From the Lounge, Gryphon laughs, and loves it! From the Lounge, Nyamindi grins. From the Lounge, Gryphon says, "Reminds me of school. :>" From the Lounge, Esbeemer claps!" From the Lounge, Tana giggles. From the Lounge, Pyrtlewing laughs! From the Lounge, Gryphon says, "Excellent, Long!" From the Lounge, Jan pads in, minding her own business, and WHAM! Hit by a poem. From the Lounge, Pyrtlewing gigglechurrs. From the Lounge, Pyrtlewing listens for Micah's poem... and then I'll get to bed. I had a long day, friends. From the Lounge, Nyamindi grins at poor Jan. Did it knock you down? From the Lounge, Jan owwwws....she's all right, at least it wasn't free-verse. From the Lounge, Nyamindi laughs! True. From the Lounge, Micah grumbles. She can read her poem, but has to precede it with massive explanation. It's up to others. :) From the Lounge, Nyamindi purrs, "That's got such jagged edges you'd probably be all cut up. And it hits harder. ;)" From the Lounge, Gryphon actually was comparing school to being the time when he was taken OUT of the ball and put back in the cage. ;> You say, "As long as the explanation isn't longer than the poem..." Long just connected in Owlhaven Literary Lounge. From the Lounge, Jan nods...she had a friend get broadsided by an e e cummings; couldn't punctuate for a week, poor guy. From the Lounge, Nyamindi hees. Turrible, turrible fate. From the Lounge, Micah works for a CLEC, a Competitive Local Exchange Carrier. The large telephone companies right now are split -- they are either Long Distance or Local, and cannot cross the boundaries (you've heard of the Bells? Southern Bell, Ameritech, etc? These are the companies that were created when the original phone company was forced to split into local and long-distance). So until now, companies like her own have been pretty lucky. Now, though, the Telecommunications Act of 1996 has told the Bells they can get back into local if they prove they're open to competition. They're all racing now to do this and get in on it -- they have the cash, the resources, the infrastructure to completely beat the living daylights out of smaller companies, even big small companies. From the Lounge, Esbeemer chuckles, "Well, I'd like to hear it, if nothing else for flashbacks to the corporate. :)" From the Lounge, Long holds up a 'Down with Big Business!' sign. From the Lounge, Jan says, "Happened to a lady at work, really caused an uproar cos it made her miss two periods." From the Lounge, Micah says, "My company is a big small company, and we're dreading the resurgence of the Bells into what has been our free field. It would tear down the LATAs -- what previously distinguished local from long distance calls for these big companies. So I wrote this poem for my company. :)" From the Lounge, Nyamindi snerks and covers her muzzle with her paws, shoulders shaking. From the Lounge, Micah | ONE WORLD, ONE LATA From the Lounge, Micah | From the Lounge, Micah | From the Lounge, Micah | From the Lounge, Micah | One world, one LATA From the Lounge, Micah | the walls are tumbling down -- From the Lounge, Micah | A cry for freedom From the Lounge, Micah | A hunger for more. From the Lounge, Micah | Break the leash! From the Lounge, Micah | Loose the collar! From the Lounge, Micah | Set loose the Beasts, From the Lounge, Micah | the Bells-- From the Lounge, Micah | From the Lounge, Micah | We run. From the Lounge, Micah | From the Lounge, Micah | Eyes focussed ahead, From the Lounge, Micah | walls shake beside us From the Lounge, Micah | mind on the goal: From the Lounge, Micah | Grow From the Lounge, Micah | Grow From the Lounge, Micah | Grow big enough to matter before it's too late -- From the Lounge, Micah | From the Lounge, Micah | We run. From the Lounge, Micah | We leap broken bricks and chips of mortar From the Lounge, Micah | (HARD HAT AREA) From the Lounge, Micah | (DANGER) From the Lounge, Micah | We run the race. From the Lounge, Micah | From the Lounge, Micah | The Berlin Wall of the Industry From the Lounge, Micah | is coming down From the Lounge, Micah | The Berlin Wall of the Industry From the Lounge, Micah | is shaking down From the Lounge, Micah | From the Lounge, Micah | The Beasts, the Bells are trembling at the gate From the Lounge, Micah | waiting for the race From the Lounge, Micah | waiting for us. From the Lounge, Micah | From the Lounge, Micah | We run the race. From the Lounge, Micah | We run it to win. From the Lounge, Micah | From the Lounge, Micah | From the Lounge, Micah | 3/10/98 From the Lounge, Micah theres. Who said Big Business was boring? She still feels the urgency and the poetry. :) From the Lounge, Jan cools at the imagry. From the Lounge, Esbeemer applauds, "Well, I got flashbacks, but from the opposite end. I was a Minion Of the Beast. :) From the Lounge, Long nodnods. "That was fantastic. Even without knowing what a LATA was originally. its a great poem, and a teaching tool!" From the Lounge, Gryphon hmms and thinks it summed the matter up well! :> "Here is all hope for the Baby Bell." From the Lounge, Pyrtlewing grins. "I kept thinking of 'Burning Down The House' (the song). Long just left Owlhaven Literary Lounge for Long's Compound -- Living Quarters. Tana just left Owlhaven Literary Lounge for Long's Compound -- Living Quarters. From the Lounge, Gryphon thinks it WAS quite educational, in fact! Plus, such landmark events need to be remembered... From the Lounge, Pyrtlewing churrs, "Good night, all. Bedtime for gryphons." From the Lounge, Micah nods to Gryphon. :) From the Lounge, Micah waves to Pyrtlewing! From the Lounge, Jan says, "G'nite." From the Lounge, Nyamindi waves. :) From the Lounge, Micah was shocked by how strong her feelings were reading the history of the telephone. She knows altogether too much about it. ;) Yip feels hungry. Must be all those references to bells. From the Lounge, Esbeemer can remember straining at the leash, begging to be set free with no restrictions... ;D From the Lounge, Nyamindi tosses Yip a taco. Pyrtlewing just left Owlhaven Literary Lounge for Pyrtlewing's Aerie. From the Lounge, Jan tosses a taco under the couch. Ole'. From the Lounge, Nyamindi snickers softly. Has anyone seen the newest Jack in the Box commercial? From the Lounge, Micah laughs at Esbeemer! You say, "Gracias amigos." From the Lounge, Jan says, "Nope, we don't get Jack in th'box here." Rackety grabs the taco! Viva Gorditas! From the Lounge, Nyamindi stretches tiredly and unrolls from the couch. "Think this cat's going to go have a wander around before I head for bed. Had a lovely time, folks, thanks lots. :) Yip eats the other taco. From the Lounge, Micah plays Schoolhouse Rock MP3s and checks to see if she needs to pack anything else. From the Lounge, Esbeemer waves, "Thanks for stopping by. :)" Rackety crunch-crunch-crunches. From the Lounge, Micah waves to Nyamindi. "Come back!" :) From the Lounge, Nyamindi 'll have to remember Tuesdays and Sun-ark! I missed X-Files. Grr. Oh well. I will. :) Rackety wonders where MIcah is going? :) From the Lounge, Micah is on her way to Interop in Las Vegas. :) From the Lounge, Gryphon erfs as lag tries to claim him, then smiles... "Well, this was the most fun I've had in ages!" He stretches... "But I think that I, too, shall call it a night." From the Lounge, Micah waves to Gryphon! From the Lounge, Esbeemer waves, "See ya, Gryphon!" Nyamindi just left Owlhaven Literary Lounge for Fire and Hearth Cabin. From the Lounge, Esbeemer is going to LV again... *another* flying trip. This time, however, he will try to at least cruise the Strip. :) Rackety waves to Gryphon. From the Lounge, Gryphon smiles brightly and bows his head to Micah. "Win big, my lady! May luck be with you!" He then grins to Esbeemer and bows his head to him as well. "And it was great to see you again, Esbeemer BIGFOOT, not sasquatch. ;>" From the Lounge, Micah is staying at the Flamingo, actually. In the middle of the strip. ;) From the Lounge, Micah waves to Gryphon! "Be well!" From the Lounge, Gryphon sticks his head under the couch and erfles at Rackety, then nuzzles her. "And you take care too, Miz Coon, and next time YOU give us some verse!" Rackety blows a kiss. Rackety says, "Bye! :)" From the Lounge, Esbeemer grins, "Well, I'm actually taking pictures of the Virgin River Canyon, but I'll be in LV for about an hour. :) Yip wags his tail. From the Lounge, Micah looks bemused by this, but not disturbed. The Strip can hardly be worse than FurryMuck. ;) From the Lounge, Gryphon grins and pulls his head out, then sniffles at some coon fur. "You all take care!" From the Lounge, Gryphon flapflaps off... Gryphon just left Owlhaven Literary Lounge for Gateway to Gryphondale. From the Lounge, Micah hmmms. She put new pictures up, too. Not too many, but some. :) Micah stretches. "I guess I'm off. I'll be here tomorrow before I leave, though." :) Esbeemer waves, "Well, have a nice trip, Micah, if I miss you tomorrow. :)" "Be well, everyone!" Micah says. Micah pads away. Micah has left. Jan hms at teh Beginner's Bible Video Series commercial...first they grouse about violence on televsion, then they show--first thing--David killing Golliath. Am I the only one who sees the problem here? 89) Esbeemer Last week -- What happens if you don't get enough sleep... you think. ;) From: Esbeemer 11:41:46 04/21/98 CDT Everyone has a story. If nothing else, you're in the middle of an autobiography. ;) Esbeemer grins, "That was *controlled, reasonable* violence. ;)" 90) Tanzut Last week -- A little ditty I did. From: Tanzut 19:09:44 04/21/98 CDT I recently completed two stories that I would like to have people look over and give opinions upon: Circle of Flames, a short novel that acts as a sequal to The Lion King, and Noise, a short story that runs along darker lines. CoF can be found at www.lionking.org/text/CircleofFlames.txt, and Noise can be found at http://www.newwave.net/~logansmith/Noise.html. My email is in my pinfo if anyone is so inclined. Yip sighs. Esbeemer nodnodnodnods, "Eyup. ;)" Jan says, "Ah, well. Ferget 'em. Animation's not even that good anyway."