*considers...putting up...tent*
One man's fun may be another man's - er - well, you get my drift, methinks.
I thought that you'd been enjoying yourself; it now seems like the opposite.
Must have been that turkey...
MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
But, what's the difference between a French horn and a cello ?
Well, does the fact that we are "talking" actually mean that you are sitting at my campfire ?
*gives Alistair her chair*
*passes Alistair the Marshmallows*
No, it means that I'm sitting in front of my computer keyboard while you are probably borrowing that laptop you mentioned.
Thank you so much! (even if between asterisks)...
*Alistair appreciates Karli's generosity but fails to receive them, as it is very difficult to transmit marshmallows through cyberspace, but Alistair doesn't mind at all as he does not care for marshmallows anyway*...Best,Alistair
just thought I'd try to draw Carter into a thread where he doesn't really belong, in order to see if I can do it, just to please Sir Thal)...
pianostreet, pianophilia, Gravesend Council and divers other places...
No, i don't belong to the divers.Thal
I am sure you do not have to try, it just comes naturally.
Leave your sense of humour inside your banjo this morning, did you?!...
Goodnight forest, goodnight trees,goodnight bugs and animals,don't eat me while I sleep, oh please !See you in the morning, see you in the light,until then, I'll sleep tight.
Hmm perhaps instead of divers, you meant to say diversions, which is of course a piece by Eliottttttttttttttt Carter.There you go, I have saved you a job.Thal
Hmm perhaps instead of divers, you meant to say diversions, which is of course a piece by Eliottttttttttttttt Carter.There you go, I have saved you a job.
*Sees moon in brilliant splendor over the forest**Takes final count at Karli's camp and Camp Disney. Everybody accounted for and sleeping soundly except Bob who is on his laptop**Hears Thal singing in his sleep a primordial mix of Sorabji, Appalachian music, and Chant**Goldentone enters his tent, eats some cookies and milk, and quickly falls asleep*
*runs to the top of the ridge above the lake and screams down into, across, and completely filling up the valley on the other side at the TOP of MY LUNGS from my very guts**scream, scream, scream*
Where do I go?
Back to Scotland?
subseqneut
This word is unknown to me.Is it Gaelic??Thal
**Takes out banjo and sings old Appalachian Songs**
Come to think of it, I don't know any.
How about this instead?:
"neut" is Dutch vernacular for "drink" (of alcohol). Sub is "below", seq could be "dry", so perhaps it's a glass of very dry Scotch?Just my guess...
Possibly not the ideal clip to be watching when out camping.Thal
I didn't realize you were here, too ! Welcome . Remember to hoist your food and anything with a scent up into a tree, away from your tent ! I noticed that Bob's trash that he shoved out of his igloo got rummaged through by a bear ...
hmm ... well, if you go somewhere that there is literally almost nothing but forest for literally hundredSS of miles, even while driving, then you get to a trailhead that's miles off a main drag, and then hike 12 miles (which is what I have done) on a path that can only be accessed by foot, then the chances of running into anybody at all grow very, very small.All the same :*plans a day of tricks and pranks on fellow campers and any possible other hikers in the area* *builds prank hide-out center in some bushes near a path*
Can I come over to your tent for dinner tonight?
Hi there, I'm back. Earthworms anybody?
No thanks. I ate grubs the other morning and I am all ... wormed and grubbed out for now. But, would you like to come over for dinner at my shelter ?
*Bob refuses to eat anything that wasn't purchased at the store.I'm just outdoors. Or indoors but in an outdoor location. I'm not doing anything primitive or backpacking.