In Memoriam -- Nov. 4, 1995 -- Yet Another Depressing MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Wow, I’m late in posting this week to the MMP, forgive, please.

Very nice (and educational for me) OP, SpecialOne; while I did know of Rabin’s assassination, I’d never read anything about it from an Israeli’s POV. Thanks for sharing!

Hope things will get better for you Kid–you’re in my thoughts and prayers. Thinking of you too, Kai. {{{{{HUGS}}}}}}

My thyroid is still enlarged, but the doctor is going to leave it where it is. Back to him in February, with blood testing for the thyroid meds sometime next month and then 3 days before my appt. in Feb. At least the trip to and from was accomplished in a little over three hours (this is via public transit)–which is good time, believe me.

Well, back to work tomorrow, and starting to get ready for the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday. Yum, I always look forward to turkey day, especially the after-Thanksgiving requisite turkey/stuffing/cranberry sauce sandwiches!! :smiley: I will be at work the day after, but it will be very quiet, so won’t be too bad. I hope.

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Is Thanksgiving this weekend or next?

rigs, I look forward to the book.
Hmm. I wonder where the instruction maual for the stove is, since it doesn’t seem to be in the instruction manual drawer.

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You got off cheap and lucky. A blown-up timng belt can take some types of engines from running to scrap metal in half a second if the valves open at the wrong time and the pistons smash into them. And yes, replacing the water pump is good economy since it’s already sitting there out in the open. The thing would spite you if you left it alone - within 1,000 miles, it would have failed, requiring all of that dissassembly again. Car parts are funny that way.
Meanwhile, it’s early November, so that can only mean one thing. Yep, we’re getting ready for The Great Dickens Christmas Fair, simply known as “Dickens” by those in the know or in the show. DH is what’s cutely called a “Bookling” as he plays a part out of one of the “Other Books” by Charles Dickens. * A Christmas Carol * is The Book for Christmastime, but they work in a few others, primarily Nicholas Nickelby, with sprinkles of *Oliver Twist * and Great Expectations. Even more amusing is their “green room” backstage is called Otherbookistan.

I play a far less interesting, though no less important, character. I’m actually behind the scenes at Dickens doing something that lets me turn off the brain for a while.

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I totally want to read rigs’s new book!

The interview went okay, I suppose. I miscalculated the time I had for my demonstration so had to end a bit early, but the actual interview was fine. I think they were impressed by the questions I asked at the end of the interview; hey, I may be young for a college instructor, but I have been a teacher for five years. And I suppose I had the advantage of being sincere when I talked about how much I loved teaching. They said they’d get back to me by next week. I am mildly hopeful.

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Achod - beautiful OP - I haven’t paid much attention to American politics in years*, let alone Israeli politics. But simplify it for me, if you would - which side wants what?

I skimmed so I think I missed Haze telling us how the interview went - so, Haze, how did it go?

“Chicken with 40 cloves of Garlic” is yummy, unless, of course, if you’re a vampire.

*for the last 16 years, I only vote in presidential elections - I used to believe in it, that it made a difference, I don’t anymore - I just do it to keep my name on the books.
And now for a prerecorded message:
hugs, pats-on-backs, smacks-upside-heads, etc, as warranted.
end pre-recorded message :wink:

seriously, without access at work anymore, it almost impossible to stay on top of the MMP - but I do try. :slight_smile:
I am now taking my creaky self off to bed. G’night all.

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I’m a Bad Boy.

But I like me that way, so it’s all good.

:cool:

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Oh, I forgot - today they asked me, during the interview, whether I had any life goals that would surprise them. Without thinking, I blurted out, “Well, I’ve always wanted to be a vampire…” There was a split second of stunned silence before everybody burst out laughing. I’m so glad they had a sense of humor. :smiley:

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Fortunately, he was pretty much rolling along at idle, about to park anyway, so that may have saved us a worse disaster. And I suspect it wasn’t exactly a sudden failure - lately, I’d noticed the exhaust (it’s a diesel) was particularly stenchful - although I don’t know if that necessarily means anything.

As to the water pump - that’s exactly why we’re replacing it. Murphy can be such a bastard! Since the car’s a diesel, the engine is still relatively new, but with as many miles as it has, there are other things that could be waiting to fail. It’d be nice if we didn’t have any more major repairs at least till after the damned thing is paid off (one more year…) **FCD ** really wants some kind of 2-seater toy, but it’s not practical while he’s putting more than 100 miles a day on it. So we shall see what happens now.

Laundry all folded. Bed warning up. Day winding down.

Is it Firday yet??

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WHERE IS FIRDAY? WHEEEEEEEEEEEERE?

Sorry. It’s been a long day and am exhausted.

Plus I lost my cellphone.

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<adds vampire to storyline>

Here is the first installment. (I’m nervous! The first chapter is the hardest to write, whine, whine)
CherryRaySue: There and Back Again
A story by eleanorigby

CherryRaySue flung her bikini in her suitcase with her other clothes. She would call her friends after she got back; shoot, this might even get in the paper! The news had come as a shock to her, but she would have time on the plane to sort herself out. Quickly she finished packing and ran out the door of her double wide. This was a once in a lifetime chance, and CherryRaySue had learned from Mama that chances rarely came again.

At forty thousand feet, she thought back to the call that had made her scramble. The man on the phone had a strange accent, one that she had never heard before, not even on TV. He talked a lot about destiny and charity, but she couldn’t figure out just how he knew her cousins. They had lots of devoted fans down at the strip club, but the man had said he wasn’t from around Fayetteville. CherryRaySue wondered why he wanted her in particular, not Destinee or Cherrity to fly to this place called Flores Island. It was all the way across the world. Shoot, she’d never been farther than Vegas and even then she’d been too drunk to remember much, but she’d been with Bubba and Roy. They hadn’t seen much of Vegas she thought, they’d had too much fun in the heart shaped bathtub. CherryRaySue drifted off, thinking of Roy, all of Roy, except for his pesky wife.

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You know you’re going to have to write a little faster, right rigs? But I love the beginning.

And your story of wanting to be a vampire made me laugh extremely loudly, Haze. If they don’t hire you after that, then they don’t realize what they’re missing. Glad it went well. I’ll keep fingers crossed for you.

Thanksgiving is next week, LiLi…

GT

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Brilliant beginning. But where’s the hot sex?

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that ususally shows up in chapter 3 or 4, doesn’t it?
I completely forgot about National Novel Writing Month (or whatever they hell they call it) I guess I’ll wait for next November

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CherryRaySue: TABA. (cont)
“My child, you have come. Welcome to Flores Island.” He said. CherryRaySue blinked at this tall man with a funny small beard. He was dressed in some kind of a robe. Might casual for meeting a visitor she thought, but maybe that’s the custom.

He said his name was Fairy Meer, but what kind of man is named Fairy? She tucked her hair behind her ear and bit her lip. Her ears must still be clogged from the flight she thought. The Fairy man was talking again. “I summoned you here for you are the last remaining female of your line. For this, you have a won a prize-three days here in the White City.” CherryRaySue looked full at Fairy. Mama had taught her that if she didn’t know she should ask, and she had taught her CherryRaySue right, “What ‘xactly do you mean by that? You all don’t have civil rights down here or what?”

“Come with me, lovely one; you will soon see.” He led the way to a large marble building. CherryRaySue tossed her mane of auburn hair. She knew she was lovely; she was more than lovely. Mama always told her so, even when she only placed fifth in the Lil’ Miss Sweet Pea Pageant. This sure was some get up, though. Marble and guards standing around and statues. It was like a museum come alive. Fairy man was talking again. “You are the last of a long line of women important to our land. Your mother was a Gondorian.” CherryRaySue stiffened. Well, she thought, the nerve. And everyone who’s anyone knows that Mama was a Baptist all her blessed life long. She told Fairy man this. He smiled, “I see we have a failure to communicate. Let me clear the air.”

Back in her room, CherryRaySue sank down on the bed. Who would have thought this could happen? She had always known that some of her Mama’s kin were not from around Fayetteville, but she never thought they were from this far south! She hadn’t done well in geography in school, but she had never heard of Gondor. Must be like those African countries that keep changing their names every time you turn around, she thought.

Fairy man had chortled when she had said his name. Weird names they had here; he was really Faramir, not Fairy man and he had a brother named Boromir which CherrySueRay couldn’t help but think of as Bore-a-me. She had her run of this place or so he said, and they were more than happy to accommodate anything she might need. And all because her Mama had had a certain shade of red hair. Shoot, she didn’t have the nerve to tell these folks that her hair(and Mama’s) was strictly essence of color: Hot Tamale Rose from Lo’real. . She had three days in what looked like paradise, if the her eyes weren’t lying to her. They had some nice looking soldiers here, too. It must be hot in all that armor, though.

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CherryRaySue: TABA (cont)
Faramir had told her repeatedly that all of Gondor was hers, except for one portion of it called the Forbidden Pool. There she must never go. Well, alrighty then, CherryRaySue thought to herself. Now, what’s a girl gotta do around here to get a drinky-poo? She headed off into the White City.

It was kind of spooky, it being called the White City and there was no black folk anywhere to be seen, but CherryRaySue found a place that served wine soon enough. She was the only woman in the tavern. She has also noticed that she was the only redhead she had seen so far. A man approached her; bought her a drink. Downing her wine in one gulp, she looked him over. His name was Denemir he said and he was an off duty guard for the King. Didn’t know there were still kings around, she said to herself. She liked the cut of his jib all right and the way his junk snaked down his leg-and no wedding ring, either.
She moved her leg over until it found his. Slowly, she stroked his calf with her foot. It felt smooth and uniform, not like a human leg at all. Jesus wept, she thought, I’ve got the one soldier with a fake leg in all of Gondor! He looked at her oddly and then said gently, “I’ve still got my greaves on, sweet child.”
“You mean groove on.” She corrected, instantly reminded of Bubba in Vegas.
Denemir looked puzzled. “I mean greaves. They have no ‘groove on’.”
“No, you want to get your groove on.” Man, these folks were backwards. “Are they called grooves in you land? I want so much to learn all about you and the women of your land.” Denemir’s gaze dropped to her bodice. CherryRaySue tried to rub his leg again. This time she stubbed her toe. The look on her face must have told Denemir something because he explained about the bits of armor worn by the King’s guards. “I would be happy to have you assist me in taking my greaves—and other bits—off, milady.”
“Well, shoot me dead and call the undertaker, let’s go!” said CherryRaySue.

He grabbed her right after he closed the door on his quarters. CherryRaySue pulled away and pouted. “Can’t a girl get some romance, Denny?” She looked at him through her lashes, her dove gray eyes soft and welcoming. He curled his lip and stared at her, eyes blazing. “Do you know what it means for a soldier of Gondor to couple with a redhaired female? It is said to be the most exquisite experience of man’s life. For this, many men would give up their very lives. I want you, Lady CherryRaySue, more than I value my life. Come to me, be mine now!”

“Oh, Denemir! Is it true? Would you die for me? Truly?” her gaze widened as he molded his frame to hers. “Is that what this means to you?” her breath caught in her throat and her tawny bosom heaved.
“It is all and everything”, he cried. “If I have you, I will have riches, fame, and the envy of all beyond belief!” His manhood thrust against her thigh. She felt dizzy and lost. There was a roaring in her ears.
“How do you figure that?” CherryRaySue nibbled on his ear.
“It’s in my contract. That and Thursdays off.”
“WHAT?!” CherryRaySue ripped herself from his arms, rage coursing through her veins like a knife straight from the dishwasher through peanut butter. “I’m worth MORE than Thursdays off.” She flung herself out of the room and stormed down the corridor, cheeks flaming. She hit something hard and leathery and jumped back with a gasp.

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Ooh, hard and leathery.

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Go, rigs!

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CherryRaySue: TABA (cont)

A stranger stood before her, dressed in breeches and a leather waistcoat. He was tall, dark and handsome, with ice blue eyes and wavy black hair. He looked at her with disdain. “Going somewheres? He said as he stepped aside. He didn’t sound Gondorian to her. He sounded very Fayetteville.

CherryRaySue flushed so beet red she almost matched her hair. “I’m that sorry, sir, you should have made your presence known!”

The stranger looked through her again. Why, he looks like he knows what I look like fresh outta the shower! Thought CherryRaySue. He turned and walked away. Humiliated and embarrassed, she found Faramir and had lunch with him. He was strangely reluctant to walk outside with her. He said the sun made his head ache, so they sat in a comfortable room afterwards.

She mentioned that she had met Denemir, but leaving out the bit in his room. Faramir looked amused. He told her that Denemir was known as a lady’s man. He looked at her, taking in her red hair, dove gray eyes, swelling orbs of alabaster flesh peeking out of her bodice. His gaze traveled down to her legs, shapely and solid in the tight leather boots worn in Gondor. He thought it fortunate that there had been no female clothes available in the White City for her; the tunic she had one barely covered her luscious rump. She is so innocent, so pure he thought. This will be such fun…
And that’s all for tonight folks. Bedtime now…

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More! More! More!!!

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Perv