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BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE

Kim C 23 Oct 00 - 09:58 AM
hesperis 22 Oct 00 - 06:14 PM
wysiwyg 22 Oct 00 - 01:21 AM
Amos 21 Oct 00 - 12:38 PM
Matt_R 21 Oct 00 - 11:42 AM
Sorcha 21 Oct 00 - 01:45 AM
Matt_R 20 Oct 00 - 10:40 PM
MMario 20 Oct 00 - 09:48 PM
JenEllen 20 Oct 00 - 09:31 PM
Matt_R 20 Oct 00 - 09:26 PM
wysiwyg 20 Oct 00 - 05:59 PM
Kim C 20 Oct 00 - 05:46 PM
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wysiwyg 20 Oct 00 - 05:38 PM
hesperis 20 Oct 00 - 05:16 PM
mrs_zezam 20 Oct 00 - 05:14 PM
wysiwyg 20 Oct 00 - 04:33 PM
Kim C 20 Oct 00 - 03:54 PM
MMario 20 Oct 00 - 03:31 PM
Trevor 20 Oct 00 - 03:00 PM
wysiwyg 20 Oct 00 - 02:35 PM
Kim C 20 Oct 00 - 11:56 AM
Matt_R 19 Oct 00 - 11:58 PM
hesperis 19 Oct 00 - 11:49 PM
Matt_R 19 Oct 00 - 11:25 PM
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Susan A-R 18 Oct 00 - 11:19 PM
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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Kim C
Date: 23 Oct 00 - 09:58 AM

I never could cotton much to Euchre, even though Mister is from Indiana (where they play it a LOT).......


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: hesperis
Date: 22 Oct 00 - 06:14 PM

Euchre! YESSSSS!

Oh, I was SO crazy about that game in high school...

Well, the Jazz Services went very well, as usual. After that was dancing, which was fantastic. However, I'm done tuckered out.

Off to Zz land....


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: wysiwyg
Date: 22 Oct 00 - 01:21 AM

Thanks. I needed that.

Sugar Dog all wore out from reboot reboot reboot every time she make a message, an' other stuff too. She perk up ear, hears where-at did that Indian go. Whistle up WonderGoose, and off she fly on that good strong back. She sail long and wide, she sail high that WonderGoose. Look down she spy a window dimly lit, third floor of a building... uh huh say Sugar Dog, this Goose have her a real good eye.

WonderGoose she slide down low and arc off the side draft slippin' past the building... Sugar Dog laffin' in delight, she slip offa that gooseback, and fluffy ears float her down easy on the air right into the parking lot. Sure, she sez, Ah knows where that Indian boun' to go! And there it sit! She trit-trot, trit-trot over by the open door, head for the elevator, and take herseff up where was that window. An' yas, she fin' a door stand open, room lit soft with computer glow.

Lil giggle escape from out her neck an' she dive across room, giggledoggin' the man is in there. He know she comin', he always see Sugar Dog just before she arrive. Cuz he a Sugar Dog Man, a 'specially clearsighted one too. Gotta be such, give her that name an' all.

Sugar Dog and Sugar Dog Man set a spell, see if maybe any banjo lady show up. Maybe do a lil howlin', have a laff.

~S~


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Amos
Date: 21 Oct 00 - 12:38 PM

In the dark cool autumn night outside the mudcat Cavern Tavern, a soft wind helps the early falling of red leaves from maples, tan from oak, find their way to the ground. The wind pauses, as though startled for a moment, but the leaves, now begunin their descent, make their way toward destiny in graceful, lilting swoops through the night's soft dark. Pale shadows and ripples of moonlight cascade across the receding hills into the sugared forests of the mountains behind the Tavern. The yellow light of the Tavern windows falls outward and splashes a brief distance across the parking lot before surrenderign to a soft, cool autumnal darkness, laced with moonbeams.

The chatter inside the tavern, the flames from the jello-pit, the clink of virtual glasses, are a bundle of cheery sounds. Heat rises into the mnight in waves from the busy kitchen and bar. You can see it wqavering into the night air from outside like waves from hot asphalt in summer. But the night is cool and absorbs them.

In a sudden gust of wind,the chatter of the Tavern in its many dimensiuons seems for a moment to suspend, all voices reaching a pause point simultaneously in the strange synchronicity of large groups in small places. And in the pause an ancient sound comes back through the night, ewafts in through the windows, down the chimbleys, across the tavern floor, through the ponderous forms suspended in the jello pit. It is a deepthroated rumble, a watery sound like a large boat in still summer waters, a low-pitched bass bubbling out the rhtyhms ofunlimited and unused power. The sound grows from a faint whisper over the country hills, and approaches veering andf snaking along the linesof the small two-lane blacktop road that runs in front of the Tavern,bound from Anywhere to All Points. As the rumble, soft and liquid, grows louder, those who have spent ime here before look at each other in recognition.

It is the sweet liquid basso profundo of a 1939 Indian, drawing closer and closer. As it pummels the doors and windows of the Tavern a green glow seems to stream back in through the windowpanes, overriding thre Tavern's firelight and candleglow with an eerie celestial vibration of green light. It dances momentarily across the walls and floors of the busy Tavern, a verdant sparkle laced with golden flecks, a hum of its own, and it stretches and fades as the sweet deep murmur of the giant Indian motorcylce rolls by and away into the autumn evening, bound for destinations unannounced but tinged surely with its own precise rhythm of divinity...


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Matt_R
Date: 21 Oct 00 - 11:42 AM

Thanks for the fuzzies Sorch...here's one of my favorites...

The song is over
It's all behind me
I shoulda known it
She tried to find me

Our love is over
They're all ahead now
I've got to learn it
I'm gonna sing out

I'll sing my song to the wide open spaces
I'll sing my heart out to the infinite sea
I'll sing my visions to the sky-high mountains
I'll sing my song to the free
To the free

When I walked in through the door
Thought it was me I was looking for
She was the first song I ever sang
But it stopped as soon as it began

Our love is over
It's all behind me
They're all ahead now
Can't hope to find to me

I'll sing my song to the wide open spaces
I'll sing my heart out to the infinite sea
I'll sing my visions to the sky-high mountains
I'll sing my song to the free
To the free

The song is over
I'm left with only tears
I must remember
Even if it takes a million years

The song is over
The song is over
Excepting one note, pure and easy
Playing so free like a breath rippling by...


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Sorcha
Date: 21 Oct 00 - 01:45 AM

Auntie Sorcha got this pair of warm fuzzies for her friend Matt, one for each foot. Second thought, one for each hand too. We playin' all the somebody done somebody wrong songs, over here in the corner in between Twister Bouts.

Where dat Sugar Dog go? She crapped out in the corner? Well, give her a nip o' the crayture, she done worked hard all this time. She deserve a good sleep and a vacation now. All them good works is hard on the soul, ya know?

Now, that JenElle person, I doan know 'bout her, she sendin' out messages 'bout Bad Vets, (Critter Docs, ya know?) Now, my critter Doc sign say " Sit. Stay. Doc is In" Seeems reasonable to me. I sit. I stay. Get drugs. Make life tolerable agin. Now, them female plumbing checks is somethin' else, agin. YUCK!!

Cleigh don't never seem to need no drugs, is possums immune to crisis? Mebbe I'll come back as a possum next time, huh? Jes git somebody blow up my ass and I be happy........


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Matt_R
Date: 20 Oct 00 - 10:40 PM

Thanks Elle...


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: MMario
Date: 20 Oct 00 - 09:48 PM

and if we can get the blasted thing working, there's even more! see that little box next to the wide screen tv? It's suppossed to bring in a live feed from the FSGW Getaway. But I think it may be missing a cable or something, all I get is adverts for porta-johns and CD's of John Travolta. shudder

wish someone could hookup from the Getaway into HearMe - would be wild!


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: JenEllen
Date: 20 Oct 00 - 09:31 PM

Party night....hmmm...the perfect party night....

A traveler coming up the road would only know of it's exhistance by the soft glow of light coming from the trees surrounding the tavern. They might catch smells dancing on the breeze, alternating whiffs of SusanAR's delightful cooking and greenish clouds of partially digested vegemite...

Intrigued, they further up the path. Feet crunching on gravel in time to the music they now hear. A curly headed woman is on the porch, wearing nothing but white socks, a banjo, and a smile. Her fingers travel lightly, hardly a neophyte, her music delights all on the wooden boards, and incites her listeners to the dance.

The dog door of the tavern swings constantly. Dogs, cats, possum, (and a moose?) use the trees as their playground, then return to the tavern for warm laps to curl up in.

The traveler would peek in the windows to see the curiosities held within. Along the wall, the worn bar offers a variety of delights. In the center of the bar rests a small lighted shrine rejoicing in the credit card that is Bert's....

The traveler enters, tripping over a pile of warm fuzzies that was left close to the door. A warm Hespearian voice tells him to "Take two, they're small" and he does...and with one fuzzy under each arm he promises a game of euchre before the night is over.

The volume on the big screen television is turned off. A small group watches a baseball game. Music as a metaphor for life, this game is a metaphor for the tavern, since most of these people are on their firsts, seconds, and thirds by the looks of it. Inbetween plays, the patriarchal Rick is quizzing the lot of them and grinning like a Sugar Dog.

The traveler slides on offal from the jello pit, and accidentally walks into the Brassieriatorium before finding his own cozy spot to watch the proceedings.

One small corner of the tavern holds a group of renegades, debating the creative genius of an ex-Monkee. A Mousetheif plays "Some of Shelley's Blues" on the jukebox.

The European contingent is holding a certain Bron hostage, snogging wildly, and regaling the others with pictures and tales of Llanstock past, and plans for Llanstocks future.

In an area piled with pillows, fluffy sofas, and reading lights a red-headed woman is consoling a love-lorn young man. The woman gives the young man a hug before curling up on a sofa with the Moose and the Professor to dream up a fabulous tale. The Sugar Dog curls up on her lap for a while before chasing the possum out the door.

The tavern tonight holds all of this and more.....


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Matt_R
Date: 20 Oct 00 - 09:26 PM

Oooh spaghetti bender hesp look so cute playin' her mando! Matt'll play twister with her, if he don't fall asleep after art crits & drivin' all day!


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: wysiwyg
Date: 20 Oct 00 - 05:59 PM

PARR-DEE!!!!

Ahhhhrr-oooow!

Hey. Girls. I bet I won't stay up tonight. How about... YOU write the Sugar Dog parts for me? Huh??? Then I can be partying and asleep...please... don't wanna miss the party...sleeeppp... sleeeeeppp.....

And I am also the chocolate cat, and JenEllen knows which moose is the gingerbread dog, go ahead and write it Jen...

~S~


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Kim C
Date: 20 Oct 00 - 05:46 PM

Heheheh... I just got me a set of Kneipp herbal bath potions... looks like this kitty's gon' jump in da hot tub! (Later, though.) Hot tub, glass o'wine..... hmmm.... lock the door to keep wayward husbands and pets OUT. Sometimes, that's the way it goes. Happy weekend, all. :)


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: JenEllen
Date: 20 Oct 00 - 05:43 PM

mmmmmmmm, warm fuzzies. My favorite. I'll take two.

Spending the day getting ready for the annual cider press and family reunion tomorrow. Cleaned the yard and house, scrubbed the cider press, got tranquilizers for the dogs...

Sniggle on over to the couch and curl under a blanket with my fuzzies....Trevor, you can skoosh over either Matt or MMario, the couch is big enough, and I'll sing a song for you too, how's that? Just pardon my french..

In a green wood close to our village
A quiet pool lies still and deep
The evening sounds and forest birds
Have gently lulled my love to sleep

Her pretty mouth lies warm and smiling
She'll never know how my heart aches
I've never dared to say "I love you"
I'll tell her now before she wakes

Sleep my love and dream while you do
I will love you our whole life through
All my dreams depend upon you
Only say that you love me to

It seems a pity now to wake her
I'd rather stay here and pretend
If we could only stay forever
Then this dream would never end
Bon soir dame, madame fait do dos

~Elle


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: wysiwyg
Date: 20 Oct 00 - 05:38 PM

I'm jealous!

~S~


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: hesperis
Date: 20 Oct 00 - 05:16 PM

Twister!

That would be my life right now...

Take in a concert tonight, rehearsal tomorrow, two jazz services sunday morning, then circle dancing immediately afterwards...... Thank goodness I'm not doing 'outside' work right now!

Oh! I have pictures up of the Sacred Circle Dance Facilitator's Gathering that I went to last weekend. hesperis

Little Hawk went too. I borrowed his camera a lot.
There's one picture of him after he loaded his van for the trip back - he looks like he's saying, "No more carrying heavy stuff. I'm dog tired!" Poor guy.

It was a great Dance.

More warm fuzzies, and some great memories added to the pile by the door, there.

I'm going to check into a room and order a nice, long, hot bath. MMMMmmmmmm....


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: mrs_zezam
Date: 20 Oct 00 - 05:14 PM

Click HERE for The Sugar Plum Tree.


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: wysiwyg
Date: 20 Oct 00 - 04:33 PM

Packing to leave one's job can have unanticipated blessings. Mine was, I just found the three kids' books that had gone missing after one staffer's little girl got too old to come to work with mommie anymore. (O mommie, I'm too big to go THERE! I go to Big Girl school!)

I spent many hours reading to her, a little at a time, as she grew up among us. I thought the books were long gone. Two, irreplaceable I think, had been well-used when I bought them for my own son, when very, very small, and he turns 21 next week. I'm going to send them to him for Christmas, after they have visited a certain friend of mine in CA. (Yes, you, BG.)

Well! One has the BEST poem, I could almost recall it... knew it would make a great song! So I'm giving it its own thread-- go look for the Sugar Plum Tree, which MUST grow just outside the Mudcat Tavern. (Sorry, the names in the poem, although changed to protect the innocent, have been spoken for already. WhaHoo! More critters I get to write!) I'll clicky to it later if I can.

~Susan


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Kim C
Date: 20 Oct 00 - 03:54 PM

Pass me that Bushmills, huh? :)


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: MMario
Date: 20 Oct 00 - 03:31 PM

Trevor, come on in and have a drink! Hot toddy? cocoa? WD40?

Don't mind us, many of us have been hanging out here since gadonlyknows...but there's always room for one more. You sing? play? kibbitz? Jello dive? oops! sorry. [d*mn flamingos!]

try putting "tavern" into the filter and setting it for a year or so. browse through the wierdnesses of taverns past and you may begin to understand a bit of the zaniness around here. [And if you do, could you explain it to me? please?]

I need caffiene

MMario (yes there are two "m's")


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Trevor
Date: 20 Oct 00 - 03:00 PM

I want to come in as well, 'cos it's cold out here and it seems warm in there, but sometimes its a bit scary going in to a new pub, especially when everybody else is speaking their own language.


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: wysiwyg
Date: 20 Oct 00 - 02:35 PM

Sugar Dog come in, WonderGoose right behind, who's gave her a ride back to the Tavern.

Sugar Dog sniff the fuzzies, glad they handy if anyone seem to need one an' miss 'em-- they just 'bout her level, an' she know how to offer 'em to people don't know they need one.

Sugar Dog she love to slobber on fuzzies, heh heh!

WonderGoose walk-flaps over to the bar, there not being room to really fly, and thank God! Her wings are wore out! She hummin' that song about being Wore Out.... Sugar Dog she wander over.

WonderGoose orders a double bowl of Bushmills and gets REAL busy beaking it. Tilting her head back, glassy eyes rolling in a wild way.

"Whassup?" sez Sugar Dog. "You din't seem too fried to fly, Ah din't see you had your knickers in any twist. Come to think, Ah din't see you had any knickers on, no wonder you flyin' so tired. Whatcha been doin' before you give me that good ride?"

"O," say WonderGoose, drinking again, "I been cleanin' out my nest, and girl-- it were a mess!"

"Din't sh*t in it though I bet," sez Sugar Dog, all lil dog giggles.

"No," sez WG, "but I was sorely tempted, Sugar, SORELY. And people WILL not shuddup!!!"

Sugar Dog she grin, go fetch two littlest fuzzies, fit on WG ears just right, all sticky with sugarslobber.

Goose commence to GRIN?

Matt R starts loud blues tune, 'lectrified, some Eric Bibb thing.... ('Don't let no one drag your spirit down....')

Sugar Dog howl harmony, and WG settle in with that good Bushmills buzz kicking in....

~S~


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Kim C
Date: 20 Oct 00 - 11:56 AM

Doc says I'm not sick, congestion just hanging around a little bit, here's something for your hay fever and something for your headache, go on back to your recliner.

Okeydokey. :) Who's up for Twister now? Matt?


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Matt_R
Date: 19 Oct 00 - 11:58 PM

Sure, I could use a fuzzy right now. Can you make the song a depressing one?


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: hesperis
Date: 19 Oct 00 - 11:49 PM

I've got warm fuzzies to hand out! Anybody want a warm fuzzy feeling?

I've just read Carol's snog of the decade thread, my hamster is climbing on my shoulder, my friend's book of pagan songs just came in, and I feel like writing a song.

So I'm just going to stick this stack of warm fuzzies down by the door, and if anybody wants one, go ahead and take it!

I'm off to find a nice quiet corner for sitting in comfort and scribbling a song...


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Matt_R
Date: 19 Oct 00 - 11:25 PM

I don't know how to get her off my mind,
But give me time, and I'll think of something
I can't say today that I'm alright,
ut by tonight, I'll think of something

I'll find so many things to do that I won't have the time to think of her
And then if she's still on my mind I'll try to drink enough to drown the hurt
And if that don't work, I'll think of something

Where do I go for lovin' I still need,
Now that I'm free? I'll think of something
And if someday by accident we meet,
And I can't speak, I'll think of something

If I can't say a word to her I'll blame it on this lump that's in my throat
And standin' there what will I do to hide my love enough that it don't show?
I don't know, but I'll think of something

I don't know how to get her off my mind,
But give me time, and I'll think of something...


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Kim C
Date: 19 Oct 00 - 11:07 AM

Ooooohhh, Whiskey Cat gotta go to the Dr. to see has she got a sinus infection. (remember that Congestion thread a coupla weeks ago? now my eyes feel like they're going to pop out of my head) Jes drop me off at the office. (Nice horsey) I'll need a Bushmills and a comfy chair when I gets back, see? May have to lay off the seegar a day or two. :(


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: wysiwyg
Date: 19 Oct 00 - 09:14 AM

(I keep trying to get here when the party is nascent but urgent biz keeps pulling me away. Take it, Whiskey Cat! You go, girl!)

Sugar Dog in pajammies and Whsikey Cat in slippers sneak out through the critter-door and hop up on the horse and ride off, LAFFin? Hahahahaaa!! Little Hawk horse, tooken! We leave him tend bar lessen Whiskey Cat come back first!

~S~


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Susan A-R
Date: 18 Oct 00 - 11:19 PM

Ah, a recliner and a beer, and HEAT!! My stupid furnace decided to blow a week and a half ago, and we're still waiting on the new one. (I'm actually sitting by the heater at the computer, tosty and fine, but whining is so much fun.)

Now about this subway series. I WAS rooting for those Mariners, and am now torn. Do I root for the dreaded Yankees?? Absolutely NOT!! Do I root for the Mets, who did that dreadful thing to Boston back in 1986? Hmmmm, perhaps against the Yankees, I may. Well, I still have a little time to decide. In the mean time, a bit of beer, a littllle song, recliner, fuzzy slippers, and life is good.


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Susan A-R
Date: 18 Oct 00 - 11:18 PM

Ah, a recliner and a beer, and HEAT!! My stupid furnace decided to blow a week and a half ago, and we're still waiting on the new one. (I'm actually sitting by the heater at the computer, tosty and fine, but whining is so much fun.)

Now about this subway series. I WAS rooting for those Mariners, and am now torn. Do I root for the dreaded Yankees?? Absolutely NOT!! Do I root for the Mets, who did that dreadful thing to Boston back in 1986? Hmmmm, perhaps against the Yankees, I may. Well, I still have a little time to decide. In the mean time, a bit of beer, a littllle song, recliner, fuzzy slippers, and life is good.


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Matt_R
Date: 18 Oct 00 - 11:14 PM

Where is everyone..


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: MMario
Date: 18 Oct 00 - 12:53 PM

Dang little hawk, your virtuality synchonizer must be out of whack! One of the first underlying principals of the Tavern is that due to it's nature the vices of one occupant do not interfere with the pleasures of another occupant.

Of course ye olde mudcat tavern does tend to metamorph on a frequent schedule. I'm still trying to find the camara I put down during the tequila jello wrestling match, and the sneaks I took off during the riverboat cruise...


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Little Hawk
Date: 18 Oct 00 - 12:23 PM

Little Hawk ties his horse at the front of the Tavern, and peers suspiciously through the almost opaque and slightly greasy windows. These white people have the weirdest ways of socializing imaginable, he thinks. Time to shape-shift. A slight rippling effect in the aura, and Little Hawk is transformed into folksinger George Coventry, complete with harmonica pouch containing 8 keys of harmonica, and guitar in hand. He enters the Tavern.

The air is way too smoky, but he's seen worse. Cigarette fiends are slumped at the tables, their eyes glassily fixed upon giant TV screens where overly paid athletes cavort before thousands of Homer Simpson clones. Would this be an opportune time to transform back into Little Hawk and put an arrow through the screen? Well, perhaps not...

It's fun playing the George Coventry, famous folksinger part, walking casually in like Dylan at the Nickelodeon...but not as dangerous...because George is not really famous, except at Don's Coffeehouse and a couple of other local spots like that. It's an enjoyable fantasy with "little risk involved". (Pick the right song title for that quote and you could win an as yet unspecified prize...).

Ah, here are some of the Mudcatters...a bizarre but generally likeable bunch of people with their fingers directly on the pulse of what is and is not a "folksong". Just ask 'em.

Everyone is still winding down from the Sargeant Kat and her Howling Commandos episode.

Matt is playing the guitar, and singing in a surprisingly good voice...plenty of depth and timber...but the damned jukebox is drowing him out.

Spaw farts sonorously in its general direction, and the jukebox utters an inchoate shriek and dies. Good. Now we can listen to Matt properly.

Looks like this visit was worthwhile after all...


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Kim C
Date: 18 Oct 00 - 11:42 AM

I'm game as long as I can keep on my fuzzy slippers. :)


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: wysiwyg
Date: 18 Oct 00 - 10:16 AM

Heya Cat, wanna go for a ride? Sugar Dog an' Whiskey Cat, go for a ride?

~S~


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From: Kim C
Date: 18 Oct 00 - 10:09 AM

Here be the Whiskey Cat. Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..........


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Amergin
Date: 18 Oct 00 - 03:50 AM

Yeah he does, Hes....he's also 21....right, Mbo?


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From: wysiwyg
Date: 18 Oct 00 - 12:57 AM

The night is young and the Sugar Dog feels like she has been up to her fluffy soft ears in sh*t for as long as she can remember. She flows in through the doggie door, having seen a flickershow with some nice people in the basement... she takes a look around, no sh*t! No sh*t here!

Sugar Dog remember she have a friend is out of town for some object lesson training thing an' hoping she phone up for a concert. Uh huh, Sugar Dog not doin' that HearMe thing yet, but she can dial phone. (Hee hee! Sugar DOg and Sugar Dog Man Hardi give that friend man a real good concert las' night! She whomp up blues on the electric autoharp, play it with her claws, an' HOWL??? That man laffin' in that ho-tell! Oh she have fun!)

Now she call up that man again an' have a lil talk about all that sh*t is out there and they have laff and more laff. Then she tell him about the Sugar Dog hymn she know, he think funny, she say no, real!! He say no! She say yes! She say she maybe howl it good but lil sugar dog (daughter) she go sleep, take two for that song, maybe another time.

Then all of a sudden Sugar Dog throat open up to laff and out pop that song anyhow! Oh she so funny, she howl a hymn! Wal not a old hymn, a new praise kinda thing. Oh the man laff so hard, he a Sugar Dog Man too, one uh THE sugar dog mans... ha ha, he think he know Sugar Dog before, now he know her more! He go bananas.

Wal now Sugar Dog tired from all that howlin' and laffin, but she look for some more sugar dog or maybe a whiskey cat, set up a lil show for any Sugar Dog Mans is here. Where that JenElle girl go? And where that Whiskey Cat one at too?

Sugar Dog think she jus' curl up on stage, wait.


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Matt_R
Date: 17 Oct 00 - 11:27 PM

Hey, where all yous ladies at, hunh?


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Matt_R
Date: 17 Oct 00 - 10:04 PM

Oh dang, sorry I missed it! I was watching a movie at the Newman Center...


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: JenEllen
Date: 17 Oct 00 - 07:07 PM

Ya got a deal Hes. Even WITH practice I still managed to lose my dog....*bg*


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From: wysiwyg
Date: 17 Oct 00 - 06:33 PM

Praise, Hardi, and Artsy D Lemur invite you to a movie in the basement-- the Green MILE!! Whoo-eee! And a concert at intermission!

~S~


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Matt_R
Date: 17 Oct 00 - 06:32 PM

Oooh! Twistah! Twistah!


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Noreen
Date: 17 Oct 00 - 06:26 PM

Not me, Kim, nursing a post-Llanstock sore throat. I'll stay here on the settee.

Noreen


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Kim C
Date: 17 Oct 00 - 05:37 PM

Anybody up for Trivial Pursuit? Twister?


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: hesperis
Date: 17 Oct 00 - 05:35 PM

Cribbage? I think I've forgotten how to play. *gasp*

Make it a game or two to relearn it before we play even for small money, and I'm in.

Hmm. That Matt R looks familiar.............. Red hair, goatee.... posting song lyrics everywhere...........


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: Noreen
Date: 17 Oct 00 - 05:14 PM

I'm here, Matt- love to sing it with you. Budge up on that there settee.

Noreen


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From: JenEllen
Date: 17 Oct 00 - 03:49 PM

Still pouting, heart broken, my poor darlin' Will hasn't played a World Series since 'the Big One'. Looks like he'll be watchin it on television like the rest of us....

Have to go with Darlin'Theif on this one, if the Mariners get in, at least they'll make use of that Safeco eyesore....

Gimme one of them lock boxes for the Golden Brasierre, and a spot where a girl can howl. Hes, ya wanna play cribbage? Penny a point, quarter a game....Just don't tell Jon or he'll be after my dog again (still)!!!

hooooooooooowwwwllllllin' Elle


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: wysiwyg
Date: 17 Oct 00 - 02:24 PM

Good songs.

Nynia, get thee to a library! Ahhhhr-ooooh!

~S~


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: mousethief
Date: 17 Oct 00 - 01:23 PM

We have to get through the Yankees first, which is no sure thing!

I would be delighted to have the Mariners lose the series to the Mets -- the Mariners have never BEEN to the series, EVER. Just getting there would a be pretty wonderful thing for us Mariners fans!

Alex
O..O
=o=


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Subject: RE: BS: MUDCAT TAVERN THREE, JUST THE
From: GUEST,Matt_R
Date: 17 Oct 00 - 01:21 PM

Bend little willow,
Wind's gonna blow you,
Hard and cold tonight
Life as it happens,
Nobody warns you,
Willow hold on tight

Nothing's gonna shake your love,
Take your love away,
No-one's out to break your heart,
It only seems that way...hey

Sleep little willow,
Peace gonna follow,
Time will heal your wounds
Grow to the heavens,
Now and forever,
Always came too soon

Nothing's gonna shake your love,
Take your love away,
No-one's out to break your heart,
It only seems that way...hey

Bend little willow,
Wind's gonna blow you,
Hard and cold tonight


Sir Paul's words are really speaking to my heart right now...

Norrie, can you help me sing it?


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