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Post by Phalon on Apr 1, 2007 8:53:49 GMT -6
Hello, to all Whooshites - those here and afar...when you wish upon afar, makes no difference where you are....Jimminy Cricket; who sang that?
Anyway - since we have daily posters, weekly posters, monthly posters, and many "Wanted" posters hanging about - bring 'em in alive, folks; we've no place to stack the bodies - I thought I'd give a brief synopsis of the Whooshly Weekly happenings for those wanting to catsup their buns.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 1, 2007 9:12:45 GMT -6
The Whoosh You Were Here Weakly Rearview: March 25 - March 31:
Herstory: It's pharaoh to say, Maeve asped some tough questions that left Phalon spinning her wheels, racking her brain, trying to get rid of "We Are Family" which has now been stuck in her head for days. (thanks, dear Fip.)
In the long and short of Hair Raising Tales, ReneeisXena left us with a cliff-hanger: Will she or won't she? Stay tuned for the next clip.
Marjancin has had it up to her chewed fingernails with baby poop, rude teenaged mothers, and crazy, armed with Life Buoy and dangerous ladies making mouthy threats........Not BOLLsh!tting around, Joxie steps in with an explanation.
Spring has sprung in different stages of springdom in all parts of the world - or at least in MI, the UK, AZ and OK as Phalon, Vox, Yinyang, and Siren check in. Siren checked out for a bit, and was last seen leaving town, mow, mow, mowing her boat, gently down the street.
ForeverXena keeps us ForeverInformed of television show happenings.
Games are continued to be played: quotes quoted, songs sung, Phalon swoons, letters changed, and actors discovered, and Kat's Cats start their season.
Moonglum and Tami continue on in the House of Whoosher: Jason gets his sword; Malory gets her wings; and the diners get indigestion as they still continue to mutely sit around the table wondering what to do next.
And no one's tending the bar.
That's about it, I think, for now.
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Post by moonglum on Apr 1, 2007 14:42:04 GMT -6
.............Shuffles papers, smiles at camera and says........"Film at eleven".
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Post by Phalon on Apr 1, 2007 22:45:09 GMT -6
There's film of this stuff?! Sheesh, I hope they use those little black strategically placed rectangles.
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Post by moonglum on Apr 1, 2007 23:47:36 GMT -6
I hope they use 'Fuzzy-heads', Phalon. I find it comforting to know that there are people out there that look the way I feel sometimes!
MG
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Post by Phalon on Apr 7, 2007 21:44:58 GMT -6
This Weak in Whoosh Rearview: April 1 - April 7
We’re all appearing fuzzy headed this week so Moonglum can feel comforted. Gabbin's head is mistified - fuzzy, or flat?
Marjancin had a birthday, ate out, got peeved, passed gas, and decided there was a story in there somewhere.
Gabbin returned from vacation thinking of doing tequila. Did she or didn’t she? Getting abducted into a Polygafamily in Utah and the Aryan Nation in Idaho, and was she sampling the bottle along the way?
Phalon fumbled her way through another Best Line/Last Line quote as Katina handed her the clues on a silver platter. Dirty Harry gets shampooed.
Joxie and Phalon plead to get chakrammed and whipped in episodes of Warrior Phantom.
Gabbin exclaims “Zoopies”, a word that’ll go down in Herstory History.
The Chainge-a-Letter Gang was a bit needy this week – Vox requested a pact, Moonglum, a little more tact; Katina, a whole lot of sympathy; and Syndrome, a big bottle of shrink-proof stain remover. Phalon tries to get off cheap at the male seed n’ Go. Yinyang wants her to hurry.
Impressions – it’s a guy thing.
Pet peeves – infuriating, innit?
Spring was slam-dunked into the ground, as Winter rebounded in Michigan, Oklahoma and Arkansas. Yinyang attempted to make a save by covering flowers.
Siren quotes Lucy, "If you're not beguiling by the time you're 12, you can forget it." Phalon looks in the mirror, and quoting Dorothy, exclaims, "What fresh hell is this?"
In the Whoosher We Had a Plot Workshop, Joxie gets a rash that required itching, but wasn’t, and Moonglum contemplates the secret life of dust as he watches it procreate on the tip of his sword. The diners remain mute.
Speaking of dust….though it’s been dormant for a while, and its sacred pages run amok with dust bunnies, the Zena Scrolls remain, and are going into their fifth year this month.
Indian food is good stuff, Bebe, good stuff.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Apr 10, 2007 13:13:59 GMT -6
What'd I miss? Dang.....
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Post by Phalon on Apr 15, 2007 7:37:32 GMT -6
Rearview - Weak Three: April 8 - 14
Whoosh got two new members this week who ACTUALLY made a post: thenextgabrielle, making her screen-name debut in “They’d never say THAT”, and Xenaqueen’s breastplate. Neither have been seen since.
Vox reached 100 posts. Phalon sang in celebration. Vox hasn’t been seen since.
Scrappy returned in a flurry of posting in everything but the kitchen sink excepting the Kitchen Sink.
Marjancin almost missed her birthday, but ended up having a baby-sh!t-holler-nail-biting-gore free and fully foot-clothed all-in-all good one.
Siren went to college, and found a great job. Scrappy went to a concert, and found a dog. Phalon passed on cookies, and had babies instead.
Siren aspired to be a Charlie’s angel and Chris Evert and Phalon wanted to be Laura Ingalls, Dorothy Hamill, and a cartoon character. Both had a thing for Evil Kneivel. Katina 007 passed out.
Joxie can’t give Phalon the time of day.
Weather Personals: Scrappy is hot, and looking for someone who likes animals. Phalon wishes she were hot, likes good manners and flowers.
Scrappy saw a Brandi Carlile concert, and had one of her best musical experiences watching a Droll guy tongue his guitar. She got an autograph and a grassy-ass.
Lyrically speaking Whooshites sang of toys, glory, midnight, camels, deserts, oceans, gates, gardens, pardons, handles, more toys, attics, and paintings.
Behind hazel eyes, and in and out through closed doors, for thirty seven lonely wasted days and nights, one lonely visitor was elegantly wasted.
Joxie and Phalon reminisce about children’s sexy book covers.
There is some indistinguishable icky pink creamy strawberry stuff all over the bar.
Now over to Bob in the SkyCam Chopper....Bob? Do we have a Bob? Do we have a SkyCam Chopper?
Damn budget cuts.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Apr 15, 2007 14:38:06 GMT -6
Rearview - Weak Three: April 8 - 14 Now over to Bob in the SkyCam Chopper....Bob? Do we have a Bob? Do we have a SkyCam Chopper? Damn budget cuts. I think I saw him ride by on a tricycle....red of course. And you forgot all the the things we've been combining. I started a list but it all ran together and my stomach started turning.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 15, 2007 21:53:01 GMT -6
I didn't deem the things we've been combining as front page newsworthy, (eye-roll). And what's this we stuff? That would imply that it's not just me, (I think I scared off Siren), in the thread talking to myself.
Hhhmmm, I may know how to fix this, so the "me" becomes a "we". Prepare for stomach curdle, Scrappy. <snicker>
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Post by Phalon on Apr 24, 2007 18:56:14 GMT -6
The Late, Late News for the weak of April 15-21
Whooshites have some interesting tastes, combining Jack and bluck Pepsi, Jack and argh Coke, Bacardi and Coke, toast, Vegemite and chocolate spread, (though not all at the same time), Sex and chocolate, (though not at the same time), while sitting in a comfy chair with a good book. The Lone Ranger and Tonto, and Heckyl and Jeckyl look on, (masked and heckling?). Afterward, the munchies are cured with salmon & cream cheese, cream soda and ice cream, cockles and vinegar, (despite the grit and its similar appearance to the stuff of stuffy noses), and restaurant food as long as there are shod feet, clean diapers, and non-psycho people engaging in non-gross conversations. In round two, in jeans and a t-shirt, sex and chocolate are simultaneously combined on a chilly night under a comfy quilt, and is followed with chicken fried steak, biscuits, french fries, all topped with gravy, homemade soup in the rain, while driving fast cars, listening to fast music. It all ends with April showers and May flowers.
In a combination that doesn’t work: Viagara may be a joking matter, but never combine it with skipping.
Siren had a couple of cool meetings – one with her favorite author, Sue Grafton, and the other, a little ducky, named CC. Scrappy give her a gold star.
Thankfully, Phalon’s singing didn’t scare Vox off permanently.
Some time between now and then, in the time since he first became a Whoosh member, Moonglum reached 100 posts.
Exhibiting male tendencies, Moonglum, not always knowing where he’s going, ends up where he needs to be….without using a map and asking for directions. Further confirmation may be needed. Vox?
Living By Numbers with New Musik, Moonglum had Carolina in Mind. Vox is Back to Black.
Hubs backseat gardens, Scrappy plays taps, and Phalon’s flowers achieve reinCarnation.
Whooshites whooped, hanging in the balance as whipped cream burned. Or so the lyrics went.
Feminine hygiene products are found to make good kneepads and shoe insoles. Black bras – always in fashion – are worn over clothing. Mothers cringe. Moonglum La-las and hears voices in his head. Katina is unphased.
Forever Xena returns with television program updates, after taking a week-long hiatus.
A tall, thin blonde sword wielding sorcerer has Katina stumped.
Rabid, demon, red-eyed deer and vicious saber-toothed bunnies run amok in the Xena forum – nobody but Joxie comments, saying she saw nothing.
In the House of Whoosher, Letitia says Jason is doing something he shouldn’t.
"….at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt."
And oh, did I mention Toast and Vegemite?
“I'm rambling so I'll shut up now.”
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Post by vox on Apr 25, 2007 14:53:40 GMT -6
It's true Phalon, the clever so-and-so always ends up where he needs to be, without even consulting the map! Mind you, give him a few beers and it's a different story! lol
Oh, and MG want's to know where his song is, now that he's reached 100 posts?
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Post by Siren on Apr 25, 2007 21:20:57 GMT -6
I wore my gold star to work (thanks, Scrappy), and someone mistook me for the sheriff.
Great recap, Gams!
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Post by Phalon on Apr 30, 2007 21:18:04 GMT -6
Time for the Whoosh Weakly Review, April 22-28.
It’s spring, and in true FIP fashion, the always fashionable missing Maeve returns. Glad to see you back, Dear Fipper.
Answering nosy questions, both Vox and Katina are relieved Katina’s not starting to grow anything, while Siren, her sisters, and Phalon occasionally wear men’s clothing. BP prefers boxers to briefs.
Katina finally gets the blonde.
Phalon enjoys a getting dirty on her day off. Vox quietly likes to indulge in wine and music. Both pastimes may have been known to end with the same results.....sex and chocolate.
Vox and Moonglum have a room with a view.
Phalon’s world crashes down around her via her bathroom ceiling.
The Whoosh Upon a Star Bar and Grill has its grand opening. Beer, ribs, and coffee are served. Moonglum sings: Vox reminisces post nights with Moonglum, Phalon gets stoned discussing Greek labor, and Maeve plays word games; having a rough day, Bad-ass Biker Scrappy comes in after losing bus fare. Movie Buff Siren isn’t giving up anything, Katina’s big down under, and Yinyang isn’t into sailing, but likes coffee. Fairly Bored Mom waves her wand, granting culinary Whooshes, while at the same time, whooshing she was elsewhere.
Whoosites are kept awake at night pondering the oddest things.
A crocodile has his tongue stuck to the roof of its mouth, while an exaltation of larks watch a kangaroo futilely attempt to jump without using its tail. Hairy blondes, less hairy brunettes, and almost bald redheads, grow more hair at the speed of night.
Xenorama gives well-thought informative reviews, totally unlike this here rearview. His picks for the week: Movie – “Kong vs Godzilla”. Book - “The Best of Frederick Pohl”. Serial - “SOS Coastguard”. Cartoon – “The Galaxy Trio”. CD - “Celtic Favorites”
In the House of Whoosher: Jason has left the building.
Siren holds Dr. Daniel and his class, Interpersonal Communication, in high regard. Scrappy can’t get enough of Mic Denfeild and Writing 100. Mauve has an Intellectual Affair to Remember with Mary Poovey and Victorian Lit, Culture, and Theory. Phalon gets a black mark on her permanent record.
Lola makes a brief appearance, singing “More than This” by Roxy Music. Yinyang performs in her head “See the Sun” by Dido, and Siren ends the concert with “What” by Antigone Rising.
Whoosherlies soaked the soap in the soup. In a coup, the coop broke loose, stole the lamb chop from the butcher shop before jumping ship, and gave the authorities the slip, on the slim chance they could get away with it. They slit the sail on the ship they jumped, as they flit about, rendering it flat. Then things really get weird: Flan is flung, and pushed by some guy named Stan I Am; Phalon stubbornly refuses and gets thrown in jail. No one posts “bail”, but bad poetry instead.
“Gawd that was baaaad.”
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Post by vox on May 1, 2007 14:38:51 GMT -6
Bravo ! Phalon
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Post by Phalon on May 3, 2007 6:04:15 GMT -6
Thanks, Vox. I kinda like doing these weekly reviews of what was posted here; it keeps me updated on things I might have missed reading during the week.
And of course, if I do miss anything of great importance in these weak reviews, all are welcome to add them here, and stretch the facts as much as I do.
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Post by Phalon on May 6, 2007 22:28:20 GMT -6
Weakly Rearview: April 29 - May 5
Phalon made Katina sob by asking about his Cats. In an attempt to offer comfort, tissues were passed, weren’t enough, and Phalon got between the sheets.
Marjancin’s dining woes continue with hairy armpits and body odor. Peeves are not limited to restaurant horrors; she can not escape these people. Loitering Jeff and Buttinski Paula make a perfect irritating combination, but Marjancin refrains from playing Match-Maker, fearing for her sanity at work.
Phalon lost her head again, and it hasn’t been seen since.
Whooshly Employment News: Scrappy opens a kitten and puppy delivery service. Phalon hoes around. Moonglum moonlights from his job as Piano Man at the Whoosh Upon a Star Bar and Grill, and takes requests in the Whoosher Workshop – Scrappy threatens to pull her gun.
Scrappy’s Mom crashes. Though Mom is uninjured thankfully, Scrappy’s truck is totaled. Needing a drink, she calls Phalon a hoe, but Phalon is too tired to get it. Joxie offers an explanation, and Phalon sets off for work. Scrappy grins.
A cool breeze blew through the window over the Kitchen Sink. Gabbin briefly returned after a big city jaunt, and while singing Rehab by Amy Winehouse, ran over not one, but two, and almost a third and most monstrous tumbleweed.
Vox and Moonglum’s place is just sixty-two steps, and a swim away.
Research has indicated that seeing impaired gentlemen with ties too tight, can play accordions, but don’t. They send unscented flowers instead because they are sterile. Or so claim the facts.
Preaching in the twilight, Hollywood lights glitter. The headlines in the morning papers claim there as a mistake; the affair was revealed through the need for a thicker condom…uhm …condemn. Apathy is the nature of the game…..lyrically speaking.
In the House, Jerek makes a horrible mistake and smells something funny.
A quantitative testimonial for pandemonium was resurrected in definitive terms by Scrappy, Phalon, and Moonglum.
And that is this week’s rearview.
“You'll forgive me, I .............hope”.
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Post by Phalon on May 16, 2007 7:51:00 GMT -6
The Mid-Weak Weakly Rearview of the Previous Weak Postings: May 6 – May 12
This past week saw some long-time Whooshites make return appearances: Cowgirlblue09 is going to the con; Owlcat is rodeoing instead. Has anybody seen….Rejean? He has been busy, but took time to pop into the “Has anybody seen” thread, but left without leaving Hob Nobs. Prmystic poofs in, horrifying the neighbors through gardening; “it’s a great time of year”. Magnus Greel returned, singing “Go It Alone”.
New bored members include, but are not limited to, Short Stack, author of what promises to be an interesting piece of Uber Fan-fic, and Hellfrost, who didn’t know quite where to start, so jumps in the television show forums; Joxie points the way to the vast Whooshland of Whoosh: Off Topic.
Scrappy and Moonglum ride the Goldwave with Brandi Carlile. Lola admits shame and spills her guts over Carrie Underwood and the Ultimate Coyote Search.
Vox and Phalon drink either tea or coffee, sitting in the garden or on front porch, watching and/or listening to birds.
The d!cks involved in boy thingy-fighting will now face stiffer penileties and be condomed to three years in jail; it’s way overdue.
Siren kissed a toad; Phalon runs across a couple of snakes.
What are desert deserters just desserts? There is no good answer.
Whoosherlies can pick out Cereal Killers at least half of the time, possibly saving the lives of Tony the Tiger, and Snap, Crackle and Pop. The safety of Captain Crunch, Tucan Sam, and Mikey Who’ll Eat Anything though, may be in danger.
Short Stack hides under a blanket, but Katina wouldn’t hurt a fly. Gabbin can’t decide if this a good or bad thing; Siren - the same. Offering good advice, Mauve states that our lives are full of assumptions, but don’t drive in Italy unless you prefer to put your life in peril, and Magnus Greel says to play it safe in dark alleys, but reserve passing judgement based on appearance and mannerisms while in face-to-face conversation.
Siren has roses; Yinyang has roses coming. Phalon has only thorns.
In the realms of the House, Jason resurrects Malory’s pet, and then bursts in on the diners, who still sit mute through his appearance. Waiting for someone – anyone to say something, he takes a trip back through the centuries. Armed with sword, jewel-adorned forehead and partial memories, the would-be-if-someone-would-post-something hero travels through time and space to where no Whooshite has gone before. Or have they?
Scrappy leaves a toy at the bar for Phalon; Phalon is pleased, but Katina doesn’t want to play. Fairly Bored Mom gives him his own toys. Everyone is happy.
The Musical Chairpersons of this Board minutes: Where were you when the world stopped turning? Wish you were here, here with me on the turning away. Try a little harder tenderness on the block, Little Free Bird.
An accurate account?
"How the hell would I know?"
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Post by Mini Mia on May 16, 2007 15:15:40 GMT -6
Man, all that happened? Where was I?
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Post by Phalon on May 17, 2007 4:41:25 GMT -6
Yep, that is exactly how it all happened to the best of my imagination.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on May 26, 2007 1:27:30 GMT -6
Isn't it time for another installment?
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Post by Phalon on Jun 7, 2009 22:09:50 GMT -6
Both Stepper and Vox mentioned it – though no mention of hotdogs or cows-in-the-grill was made, there was a lot to catsup on this week. So back-by-no-one’s demand, and probably a few groans, once again here's the Weakly Rearview to the best of my imagination.
During the Whoosh Weak of May 31 – June 6:
Nearly dormant for as long as the Weakly Rearview, The Whoosh Upon A Star Bar and Grill reopened under new management this past week; the dust bunnies took control in a hostile take-over. Not only has the décor changed to early House of the Damned Revival style, it looks like there’s a new menu this time around too. The week’s specials included sparkling grape juice, Bacardi and Coke, (not Pepsi), year-and-a-half old coffee just the way Phalon likes it, and some really scary fruit with ill side-effects for those who dare partake. Or is it fruit? No one is really sure, because Katina hasn’t summoned the courage yet to check it out.
Though Whooshites are generally a civilized people, civility might questioned as Phalon and Stepper refrain from reminiscing about smelly, swelly, stumpy, small, and crampy past boyfriends and girlfriends. TG jumps in and fishes around with “smelt”…of which could be made a similar old girlfriend reference, though it’s highly unlikely. Either way, in the name of appearing civilized, she’s saying nothing.
Phalon has bad hair days and makes no excuses; Stepper’s grandma makes offending comments, and Siren thinks it’s due to age.
Stepper pounds the lawn with his fizzie Dandelion Killing Goodness filled ground-pounding dandelion killing machine. Dandelion wine is made by eccentric aunts and father-in-laws, after which, Siren learns plant knowledge from her mom and aunt, and Stepper declares tall things are generally trees.
Phalon revisits her childhood in the form of a cheese sandwich. TG hands her a jar of Hellman’s and Joxie puts it in her hair, but prefers Miracle Whip. Siren does both, then braves chiggers for some larruping dewberry cobbler.
Whooshites ignore the advice given by Thumper’s dad – though they find nothing good to say about Walmart, they say the bad stuff anyway. Joxie claims to be an American.
Kym Taborn, founder of Whoosh, celebrates a birthday. Lilpunkin is not so little anymore; she’s twenty now. Already?! Happy Belated Birthday, Kym, and Lilpunkin.
Whooshite family members find different ways to express themselves: Siren’s nieces Just Do It in a sporting way. LX does it Cyndi Lauper Girls-Just-Wanna-Have-Fun style in a dress, funky hair, and high-top sneakers; Hubs commits a major fashion faux-pas.
It’s not just Siren’s nieces getting sporty; Whoosh is sporting a new sports thread now, courtesy of TG. Highlights this week include TG and Siren getting into the College Women’s Softball World Series, but not the tossing of ponytails or hair-bows. The Cats are well into the season, and remain undefeated. Stepper inquires if mud-wrestling is a sport. Tennis viewers have seen some heavy-hitters in their day. Phalon strays off the sporting path, and gets lost among the ferns in an enchanted forest, but finds her way out, and onto the ice-rink.
Antarctica Survivors are about to be eliminated but have some technical difficulties deciding exactly how it should be done. Katina’s amicable to anything, but it’s decided conversing in code is the only way to go.
Collectively and androgynously, “I” walked through the woods, cowered in fear, saw a pheasant, instinctively dropped to my knees, forgot my pistol with its red light killing goodness, and wished for a damned bus.
Go Cats!!!
And “Ladeeees and jenamen...” that about wraps it up for last week’s rearview.
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Post by quettalee on Jun 8, 2009 17:33:58 GMT -6
My first time seeing this thread...hee-lare-eee-us!! Finest job of a weekly wrap-up I've ever read, sis.
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Post by quettalee on Jun 8, 2009 17:36:00 GMT -6
And...I could've gone a lot of directions with this--even considered it--but thought better of it in the long run.
Thank the gods.
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Post by Siren on Jun 9, 2009 8:48:14 GMT -6
Lol - I think I know where you were headed, TG. And I'm laughing!
Thanks for the recap, Gams. Reminded me of the old Oxygen message board, and its funny episode recaps. BTW, I still enjoy the episode recaps here on Whoosh. They nearly always point out something I missed in the ep.
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Post by Phalon on Feb 28, 2010 10:02:15 GMT -6
For those Whoosh You Were Here members, I'm bringing this up just in case our missing Stepper steps in to check what’s been going on, for a quick catsup for Scrappy’s eminent but delayed return, or for anyone else that wants a room with a skewed view of the happenings during this past week.
As the rest of the world watches the Olympics wind down, here’s a very quick rearview of how it played out at the Whoosh’s 2010 Winter Olympics for the Weak of February 21 – 28.
The weather during the week has been varied across the board: An ill-timed frog song is played as Joxie’s cat’s water bowl dubs as an ice-rink for the event. Snow is predicted for Ellie et al, but Aphrodite reports rain; the Groundhog is reported to be sleeping on the job. Oklahoma City is spared pasty thighs, but Siren has cold temperatures and a dusting of snow. It’s too heavy for Phalon, but later in the week, she gets windy. Fingers wag over parts of Michigan and Oklahoma.
Food served in various parts of the Whoosh village: In keeping with the international spirit, Siren has an Old Italian; she reports his buns are yummy. Phalon joins the pork pulling event, but doesn’t say where it was pulled from. Ellie wishes for a personal chef, and the same vendor offers both Tang and Pop Rocks.
On the (on-line) course, Gabrielle competes with bad spellers and committers of improper grammar; it’s criminal. Meanwhile, Phalon’s forte is building tents with convicts and professionals.
Speaking of bad spellers, Siren’s Dad and Hubs prove that no one is immune to slipping on the thin ice their kids are on. In the “Kids Make You Spell the Darnedest Things” spelling bee competition, Dad’s winning entry is “A-U-T. Out!”, and Hubs comes in with “P-E-I-O-R-D. Period!”
Joxie finds things interesting.
Remaining in the Off-Topic venue, and in keeping the spirit of the Games, Lola, though she couldn’t remember the words, speaks lyrically of Hockey.
It’s revealed that some Whoosh participants have dork-like tendencies at times. Phalon tries to do it by the numbers while left in the dark with hungry birds. Ellie doesn’t have milk, but her cats are well fed. Out-of-uniform baseball players all look the same to Lola; she keeps her eyes averted and wishes for 10 months to pass. Gabrielle proves that once you leave, you forget what you’ve learned in school.
Ancient Greece is revisited during these Whoosh Olympics, as the unrolling of the scrolls continue in the team events. Ellie and Aphrodite play tag-team, one following the other. The two woman team of Scrappy and Phalon continues as Scrappy uses Phalon’s finger strength on the keyboard to participate absentee. Veteran participant Moonglum returns with the ever-lovely Vox as his co-pilot. Trenna hangs in the sidelines.
New “Music” and “Stage & Screen” venues open. Xenawp reports on celebrity sightings from the Spartacus Blood and Sand Venue, while games continue to be played in the Xena Arena.
As Whoosh Winter Olympic Weakly Review comes to a close, one wonders if this was “comprehensive” coverage of the Games?
“Now there's a word that's not been in my vernacular in many a year.”
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Post by Gabrielle On Nutbread on Feb 28, 2010 10:25:53 GMT -6
This made me chuckle a bit Phalon. On a more serious note: Both Stepper and Awesome Aphrodite will be absent from the forum for awhile due to family being hospitalized. Both of them posted about this on the I'm Gone Thread. Here's hoping their family members are both ok.
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Post by Phalon on Mar 1, 2010 6:57:00 GMT -6
Yes, I knew Stepper was stepping out for a while to tend to family matters, which was one of the reasons I brought the thread back up - just in case he had a minute to pop on, I thought maybe he might get "a bit of a chuckle". Not a big thing, but even a little chuckle or a smile can be a momentary bright spot in a difficult day.
Sorry to hear Aphrodite's in a similar situation. Hope all turns out well soon.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Mar 15, 2010 23:05:40 GMT -6
Um........since I've been gone for sooooooo long think I could get a week in rearveiw condensed for the last 4 months?
Just after Thanksgiving......pleeeaaassssseeeee?
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Post by Phalon on Mar 16, 2010 4:31:37 GMT -6
You're joking, yes? BOLL! (See that "BOLL" there? It's because I'm sure you're joking.)
But since you've asked so nicely, here goes....
The Last Four Months Whoosh in Rearview:
Sh!t happens, Life continues on.
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