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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Mrrzy Date: 15 Sep 23 - 09:22 AM The bat has totally forgotten about the Recovery Ward. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Severn Date: 14 Sep 23 - 08:43 PM takomaradio.org Donuel(and anyone else interested) That's how to get it on your computer. Being a community radio station,it only has a 7 mile footprint for radio, but is streamable worldwide at the above address. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Donuel Date: 14 Sep 23 - 02:57 PM Thats good and bad news. I Will check out reception, I'm a big FAN... whoosh |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Severn Date: 14 Sep 23 - 02:23 PM Thank you! I will have a Zevia Ginger Ale. Got to be careful with my Diabetes. It's good to see all those who showed up.I have a pinched nerve in my back, so I am walking with my trusty stick these days. Hopefully, the VA horse-spittle will be able to help, but the only person they have that can do the needed work is up in Baltimore rather than Washington DC. After seven years, I'm still involved in doing two shows at WOWD FM community radio out of Takoma Park MD.I am now living in a senior unassisted living apartment building in Rockville Maryland. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Stilly River Sage Date: 14 Sep 23 - 11:27 AM Good to see you pop in for a visit, Sev! What will you have to drink? I was rustling around in the walk-in freezer, it's like a glacier in there for all of the |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Severn Date: 14 Sep 23 - 11:06 AM I do still occupy a bed in the Recovery Ward, but that's a whole other thread on the making. All I'll say is that the romance between myself and Inter-Venus DeMilo, the armless therapy nurse is still on indefinite hold...... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Donuel Date: 14 Sep 23 - 10:24 AM If it is not your experience it is not your truth. This is why truth becomes a never-ending debate. So being up to date is not as important as your information database and intuitive evolution. Something is happening, what it is we just don't know, so go for it. Merdecat Tavern is what you make it much like real life. May your black swan events be few. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Severn Date: 14 Sep 23 - 09:28 AM So someone bring me up to date. Who has taken over for Mmario as chef? Are the squidlets still around, or have they grown up enough to go out on their own, and if so, are Mr. & Mrs. Squid contemplating a new brood? I guess I will have to wait until a Squid comes in from the beach.... Word has it that Nurse Ratched and her lover X-Ray Ted bypassed away while testing out the sexual possibilities of some new equipment down in a basement storeroom.....k |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Mrrzy Date: 14 Sep 23 - 09:19 AM The bat, replete and crumb-covered, crab-walks out into the beach. Waiting for that wing to heal, they stretch out in the blazing sunlight on the hot, hot sand, and bask. A basilisk keeps its eyes closed, politely. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Donuel Date: 14 Sep 23 - 09:12 AM Severn there have been many changes to the virtual and real information reality of Maudcat Tavern perhaps owing to the AI revolution. For example, Mmario is still the informational cook although his physical avatar is gone. SO are all former catters. Amos is calling Rapaire a plagiarist and Catspaw is swearing a blue streak about Trump. Since AI has replaced most politicians with avatars or sentient lime jello. The zoning board has condemned Mauledcat Tavern so it only remains open as a secret speakeasy. Modcat Tavern is an ever-evolving and changing consciousness. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Severn Date: 14 Sep 23 - 08:49 AM So, how does this work, leftover pastries get swept into the crumb pit? I wave to a few people and sit down at an empty bar stool. I see the alligator is still tending bar. Since Mmario is no longer with us to cook, I ask the gator if there's still any of Mmario'a special stock of meat in the freezer and I could still get my traditional favorite of his sandwich specialties, Auroch on Roll. The gator says he will check and goes into the walk-in freezer. I inquire after the Squid, as I have brought him a present, a carton of ultra-rare samples of a test product that never made it to market, Key Lime Jello, for the Jello pit. I don't see any of the squid family, so they must've gone out the back door that leads to the beach...... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Mrrzy Date: 11 Sep 23 - 09:10 AM Dr. McCoy was delayed but has a shuttlecraft at your disposal. Just be careful how you ask for rides... after all, he's a doctor, not a limo driver. He's at the bar now, curmudgeonially crumpetting the bat, who totally sympathizes about them new-fangled ways of transportation. The barkeep regrets black-marketing off the last of the Andorian ale to that Traveller, even if the bar did benefit from a little time distortion... If Bones is a curmudgeon now, just wait! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Donuel Date: 10 Sep 23 - 06:42 PM What a great blast from the past 'ITS SEVERN' ! Few of us drive anymore or very much. We teleport or shuttle. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Sandra in Sydney Date: 10 Sep 23 - 06:23 PM crumpets??? butter-soaked (drowned!) crumpets???? no - only FREE BEER but I want a crumpet (sniff) |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Severn Date: 10 Sep 23 - 05:58 PM It's been some time since I have dropped by, but then I no longer drive, and I had to have an uber driver friend give me a lift. (No, they don't give Lyfts)...... I see our guardians,Les, the Lawn Moor at the front door and Demi Modo in the bell tower are still on duty, Led keeping watch and Demi Modo keeping clock, and it seems that Les has a secretary taking minutes and our hatchback friend in the tower is sending down to the bar for seconds.... I see a few familiar cars and horses missing but I'll go inside and see who's about... But first I must check the lobby. I go to my P.O. Box and find a postcard from Defrosty, the retired snowman, and he's given up the snowmadic life and has settled into his retirement igloo in Antarctica with his "Rose Of Snowman's Land" and they be chllin' and sing out a chorus of "Freeze A Jolly Good Fellow" to the assembled multitudes ..... I step into the tavern proper and find...... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Mrrzy Date: 09 Sep 23 - 01:23 PM Well, it tried to. Now there is a brace on its left wing and it is hanging under the bar... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Mrrzy Date: 04 Sep 23 - 06:26 PM A frazzled and extremely muddy bat opens the flue. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Donuel Date: 30 Aug 23 - 09:58 AM Like sharing a bewildering dream, DMT causes people to see and hear harlequin creatures. Some say Acacia smoke inspired several Bible stories like the Burning Bush. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Donuel Date: 30 Aug 23 - 09:47 AM Mrrzy open the goddamn flue! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Donuel Date: 30 Aug 23 - 09:33 AM Who is the joker that put Acacia wood in the fireplace? Acacia bark is a huge source of DMT a powerful and short-lived hallucinogen. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Mrrzy Date: 18 Aug 23 - 05:56 PM Droose mool! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Rapparee Date: 15 Aug 23 - 08:53 PM And I walk in carrying two kegs of Moose Drool. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Stilly River Sage Date: 11 Aug 23 - 10:44 PM I grew up a county or two north of you, Amergin. Sometimes on weekends we would head up into the Cascades and drive on the dirt logging roads up to some popular overlook, or just to see what was there. In my college years I cruised timber and fought fires on those same roads Monday through Friday, with our Forest Service truck pulling hastily into a shoulder pulloff to let a logging truck or a gravel truck past. They always have the right-of-way, especially if they are loaded and headed downhill; ignorance is bliss. If my parents had only known years earlier the drama they were missing by going up on weekends. SRS walks in with a case of Negra Modelo to celebrate a Friday night, setting it on the bar to share with the assembled guests. The temperature in the Tavern is remarkably comfortable, and without the noisy hum of air conditioning, compared to the outdoors. Ceiling fans waft lazily high above the rooms. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Mrrzy Date: 11 Aug 23 - 07:17 PM Luvly. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Amergin Date: 11 Aug 23 - 04:21 PM Today, I'll just be here sitting in the corner, people watching as I drink a glass of Tears, and maybe the some cider to follow it down. Today is 11th August, my grampa's birthday. So I'm not so much in the mood to party, but to smoke weed and drink to numb the loss, and watch the memories float in the glass. Like that time he was driving a log truck, shortly before he retired. We were riding up from Amboy, Washington to Tacoma, on the back country roads. I was on winter break from my seventh grade year. That night, we were due to head up to Spokane and then to our hometown in the North Idaho panhandle. It was the only time I ever rode in a semi, and I was enjoying it, watching the countryside and listening to him tell me stories about his siblings, most of whom were already gone at that point. He was the youngest of thirteen, and survived them all. Anyway, we entered the land of the perpetual stench, Dairy Country. We drove by one, and and elbowed me. He pointed at the farm and said, that's a cowshit factory. I looked at him stunned for a moment, because at 13, this was the first time I ever heard my Mormon grandfather curse, especially to me. Later, I realised he treated me like an adult for the first time, like here I was a young teen growing up. The following summer, I when I returned home for another school break, he taught me to shoot. I am sorry for being a killjoy. The scar is still fresh. He and gramma were married for 74 years when she died. He loved her more than anything, and more than anything he wanted to join her. When the family told him it was ok, he went. Happy birthday, old man. My Grandfather’s Ring I wear his ring. It’s not the one he wore for seventy four years. That one’s worn through. But I can feel his blue eyes wrapped in the diamond woven between golden layers when I twist it on my finger. © Nathan Tompkins |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Senoufou Date: 10 Aug 23 - 03:45 AM The door opens slowly and in steps a rather thin old lady and a black chap with a large pot belly. "Crumpets?? No thank you! I'm slimming!" she says. The African man asks, "Any MacDonalds here? Or a huge plate of curried chicken with piles of cous-cous?" The dear little bat smiles and settles on his feet. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Stilly River Sage Date: 09 Aug 23 - 09:54 PM MMario used to do some great grilling (auroch) and lots of smoked meats and sausages were served up from the Tavern kitchen and the grill out back. What's cooking these days? Any baking? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Mrrzy Date: 09 Aug 23 - 08:31 PM Anybody recognize the Gollux? wonders the bat, who's gotten into the mead again. Mildly (that's bat for Wildly... remember, upside down?), and with a mildly (really mildly) bruised nose, they flit back to the rafters, wishing for crumpets, and some sockless feet. Guano happens... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: keberoxu Date: 09 Aug 23 - 06:21 PM Oh, the Mudcat Tavern has a library! I might show up for that. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Mrrzy Date: 09 Aug 23 - 09:10 AM The bat will stop repeatedly flying head-first into the brick wall soon. Squeak squeakiddy, squeak squeak, quotes the short-order cook. Something slides down the spiral staircase banister from somewhere, slithering scratchily. All literati remember that library with fondness, and one with an indescribable hat starts making things up... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Stilly River Sage Date: 07 Aug 23 - 07:40 PM Stilly drifts into the room, carrying several dusty books Did anyone know that there's a room over the Recovery Ward? Head through the kitchen and right before the back door there's a tall cupboard door - it opens to stairs that wind around to above the ward where Nurse Ratched used to tend ill Mudcatters. It's a library! Not very big, but full of amazing old books. The squid has never been up there but I can see where the ducks and bats have come and gone. I think Rapparee may have also been there, and Amos left some scribbles of verse on a flip chart. Amergin, thanks for using your card - but I think Bert's card is still the one that the bartender uses. Has been for years. Picks up books and heads to a comfortable chair in the corner where the old jello pit used to stand (now it's out on the porch leaning on it's side waiting to be patched and painted). |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Mrrzy Date: 07 Aug 23 - 05:52 PM The bat squeaks I have felt his warm feet! |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: keberoxu Date: 07 Aug 23 - 08:30 AM I wonder if Senoufou and the smiling African are on the premises? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Mrrzy Date: 02 Aug 23 - 08:02 AM Escher and his collie exit the kitchen... I'll be Bach, he quips. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: MaJoC the Filk Date: 01 Aug 23 - 05:36 AM Puck appears, says "I'll put a Gödel round the Earth in forty minutes," and promptly vanishes in a puff of illogic. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Mrrzy Date: 31 Jul 23 - 04:12 PM Neither could they. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Donuel Date: 31 Jul 23 - 08:17 AM Someone walked in the front and said "This statement is false" and promptly dematerialized. I could not tell who it was. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Mrrzy Date: 30 Jul 23 - 10:00 PM Flies? What flies? The bat is embarrassed. Oh, wait, never mind. Fruit bat. Relieved, the little bat leaves a small spot of guano behind, beside the hearth, and flies off, silhouetted by that first full moon of the month. The next one will be blue, like the Danube, digresses the bat, getting thinner despite being indefatigable. A house elf whizzes the guano away. Now there is a puddle, but it evaporates immediately thanks to the cackling fire. A random witch cackles in harmony, which takes some doing. A haphazard hippie, at variable intervals, is throwing some of those pinecones-that-burn-in-pretty-trippy-colors into the flames, and the witch's cackling is, synesthetically in harmony with the color changes too, which takes even more doing. Not to mention some perceiving. Percival is impressed, as is the horse he rode in on. Love the Tavern! warbles the bat to the tune of Sound the Pibroch (patchy fog, fog, fog was the wether report, given sheepishly by the baaat upon reentry through the window). Meanwhile, on the tower, the gory variable ratio has been patiently waiting its turn for the conditioner... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: keberoxu Date: 30 Jul 23 - 06:04 PM There's a full moon tomorrow night, folks, if you weren't bewildered enough already. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: MaJoC the Filk Date: 29 Jul 23 - 05:28 PM A small kitten insinuates himself into the bar, and proceeds to use the flies for target practice. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Mrrzy Date: 29 Jul 23 - 08:14 AM The bartender is twitterpated. All three sisters are larryconpooped. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: keberoxu Date: 28 Jul 23 - 06:39 PM Anybody else bewitched bothered or bewildered? |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Mrrzy Date: 23 Jul 23 - 07:33 AM The barman watches someone pour beer down the back of someone's trousers, turning a blind eye. The rest of the rotisserie looks good... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Donuel Date: 22 Jul 23 - 06:00 PM I'm surprised the barman responded so quickly but every else sounds realistic. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Mrrzy Date: 22 Jul 23 - 05:56 PM The bat tells this joke, but no human could hear it: erner Heisenberg, Kurt Gödel and Noam Chomsky walk into a bar. As they get inside, Heisenberg looks around and then comments, "You know, there are three of us. And we're in a bar! This must be a joke! The question is, is it funny?" Gödel gives him a scornful look and says, "We can't tell whether it's funny or not: we're inside it." Chomsky chuckles and says, "Of course, it's funny. You're just telling it wrong!" |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Amergin Date: 22 Jul 23 - 02:31 PM Excuse me, I know I look weird, but I'm going to look around, as I approach the bar. It's been a moment or three since I crossed the threshold, and the faces blinking away the sunlight locked away behind the door. "Close that farking thing! You're letting all the cool air out!" says some grumpy old git in the corner, nursing a glass of whiskey, his elbows pushing into the oak table top. He lifts his glass, and pours the contents in his mouth, his throat pulsating as he swallows. Then, he smiles "Good to see you, 'Gin!" Then, he smiles as he fades in the shadowed darkness, the condensation slides down the chilled glass, encircling the base. But he's gone. "You, too, old friend. You too." I whisper, as the barman asks me what I want. "Oh I'll take whatever beer you have that tastes like rotten socks that have been sprayed by a skunk, and some Tears." The barman smiles and pours my IPA, and a shot of Writer's Tears. He sets them on the rubber mat in front of us, and I give him my card. Yeah keep it open, please. I kinda want to get piss drunk tonight. I take my drinks to a quiet table, out of the way, to people watch and work. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Mrrzy Date: 21 Jul 23 - 10:57 AM Bewildering! I bewandered inn... |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: keberoxu Date: 21 Jul 23 - 09:34 AM How are things in the Tavern? iT's been almost a week. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Mrrzy Date: 15 Jul 23 - 02:18 PM Or Shirley. Time-traveled to Michigan to buy legal weed and got back to Indiana before the dispensary opened! Bats sure can fly. |
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Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Tavern for the Bewildered From: Donuel Date: 13 Jul 23 - 09:23 AM Admiral Spongebob and General Patrick drift into the back room where the poker games happen. Donuel sticks his ear on the door and hears... Look at the advantages Patrick, no more veteran suicides, no more PTSD for our boys... But AI warfare is not approved by Congress and... Screw Congress, this is a matter of National security and China is probably ahead of us and could share with Russia. We can't have an AI GAP! Make project AK (Autonomous Kill) go full speed ahead. Every war begins by using the last war's weapons and strategy and then we finally get to test our new stuff, This Ukraine war is an ideal battleground to wage our first false flag AI war. I suggest we misdirect by advertising the use of our outdated weapons like cluster bombs. Good thinking, we have to keep this move - eyes only. Once you do this you can't interrupt AI strategy which may be totally alien to anything we would do. Aborting the mission won't be an option anymore. Bullshit, don't talk about pulling the plug before we even begin. Yes sir. Remember our deep underwater cover, don't call me sir. |
