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  • This could also be the right place to link to napsicle.

    December 1, 2010

  • Lol. Let me know when you dream about yarb mailing 50 cents to an address in the MidWest, post-unpaid.

    December 1, 2010

  • And then I dreamed that yarb wired 50 million dollars to a certain account in the Cayman Islands....

    November 30, 2010

  • This morning I dreamed there was only one open list left under "Recent open lists." The list was called "Inky."

    November 30, 2010

  • Here's the link to my Bet list. *Wonders what to do with sionnach's doing if he wins it.*

    December 6, 2008

  • I'm down with the bilbylimning, except for that Kev Koala b.s.: I never laid a paw on him! Damn marsupials are always spreading lies about bears!

    p.s. Ptero, do you find that you have weirder dreams depending on what type of foods you have for dinner? I have the weirdest dreams if I eat fish.

    December 5, 2008

  • What you should do, though, is add your bet to mollusque's bet list...

    December 5, 2008

  • I stand corrected. Glad noone took that bet.

    December 5, 2008

  • "(tag) ishkabilby has been used 1 time by mollusque, 1 time total."

    December 5, 2008

  • I love that song.
    And by coincidence, it is currently raining in Adelaide.
    It's a very Ben Folds sort of day, actually.

    I'm prepared to bet the tag was sionnach's doing.

    December 5, 2008

  • Plethora, I have to say that I recognized the names of several of the Adelaide landmarks you mentioned, but only by way of this Ben Folds song.

    December 5, 2008

  • *loves whoever came up with tag*

    December 5, 2008

  • Well, if this page is a good example of what happens when I post the details of weird dreams, then I should definitely start hitting the applesauce every night. Bilby, I love the way you limn chained_bear, and your bilby-babble fills me with joy... strange, slightly worried joy.

    December 5, 2008

  • Bilby, that's some of the finest Wordie scat I've ever seen. And I don't mean specific excrement. :-D

    December 5, 2008

  • Indeed. But back to pterodactyl's vision. I'm reasonably sure that chained_bear is not my mother, although who knows what she got up to with cousin Kev Koala all those years ago. Of course she's a mother figure to me, what with her stately court of cowering minions, the blinding light of her beauty smiting all and sundry, and the glorious regalia of her flowing Kilt of Squopped Winks and her Crown of Fewmets.
    The malt of third is the other interesting bit ... is a tad bilby-babblish ... can't recall ... somewhere a switch was glicking in flimmer ... oh the fruit, hard to get proper sketches of mangosteen hydraulics anywhere these days ... strike me black with a timber stack ... pressure's dropping in the amber mule ... flapping like a scandalmonger's tongue ... a thankful turkey, an image jerky, an alarm clock hiking to Albuquerque ... arf, arf ... I can has ineluctability ... it's all in the business cards, frankily ... 3 blind rats, do I know where this is going? Drats! ... appointment in diary with the UnderSecretary of Phraseology ... Aunt Joyce had a crocheted face if I recall ... ba doop da doop, JAZZ! ... sticky notes are actually glue: lives, memories, desks ... draw a dray with a dram, ma'am ... yipes, gazonked again, mustta been that last malt o' third, just a third he said me mateys, but it's that third what does ya ...

    December 5, 2008

  • *wipes tear at the sight of the site of long-ago joy*

    December 4, 2008

  • The pigs' names are Horatio (sitting), Truffles (standing), Augusta (trotting), and Oliver (at the bin).

    December 4, 2008

  • Photos: the Mall's Balls and some of the pigs. In a sign of the times, note that both bits of sculpture have their own MySpace pages.

    December 4, 2008

  • That too.

    December 4, 2008

  • The pigs :-)

    December 4, 2008

  • Mall is pretty awful word, now that you mention it, b.

    Move to Adelaide, and then your choices for referring to the meeting place include: Rundle, the City, or my favourite, by the Balls.

    December 4, 2008

  • Call your lawyer, ptero ;-)

    Blahaha! Dat weird stuff you bin smokin', honey chile. Mall is pronounced to rhyme with either ball or pal in Australia, both of which make me uncomfortable; the first because it reminds of maul (hence rugby *yawn*, animals with sharp claws *ouch*, etc.), the second because it's flat, crass and feels like a lobotomised bit of malapropism. My simple solution is to avoid saying mall at all. I don't even drawl mall. At all. Oh, I write mall. But ... ssshhhh! My town has a central pedestrian mall - very pedestrian come to think of it - known, with our wan flair for nomenclature as The Mall. If I have to meet someone there I'll try to work around it. e.g.
    Grusha: Hi.
    Bilby: Hi Grusha. We meeting for lunch?
    G: Sure. Where do you want to go?
    B: Somewhere in the ... *mumbles*
    G: Where?
    B: Uhhh. How about Monty's?
    G: In the mall?
    B: Yep.
    G: Fine, see you there at 12.

    That concludes instalment 1 of my thoughts about ptero's dream.

    December 4, 2008

  • Golly gumdrops, batquoll!! How did I miss bilby's comment until now? How awesome, to haunt the dreams of a floppy-eared talking marsupial all the way on the other side of the planet.

    Tee-hee.

    December 4, 2008

  • You mean Wordie isn't a dream?? Well, tie me to the mall with a malt of third....

    December 4, 2008

  • I've had a few memorable dreams that involve writing a book, or play, and the plot of the dream (for want of a better term) morphs into an activity that involves certain death at the end, yet I/we must persist in our activity, because we simply must, and I wake up feeling completely creeped out and unwilling to fall asleep ever again.

    Ptero, I love that comment! *wonders what bilby thinks of it* "Tie me to the mall with a malt of third!" does sound like a bilbyism....

    I think I may have had a Wordie dream before, but I don't remember details.

    December 4, 2008

  • The oath is uncannily Patrick O'Brien-ish. I've had a few wordie dreams. I also sometimes have entire dreams in the form of novels, i.e. my dream consists of me reading a fictional novel, turning the pages, seeing how the plot unfolds, etc. In these dream-novels I sometimes encounter strange words, and think "I must cite that on wordie when I wake up", but when I wake up I've usually forgotten the citation.

    December 4, 2008

  • I just had my first Wordie dream last night. In the dream, I read a certain peculiar comment, and upon waking, I wrote it down. Here it is:

    about 1 hour ago bilby said:
    Chained_bear is my mother?! Well, tie me to the mall with a malt of third!

    I've reproduced every jot and tittle just as I dreamt it. Now, the big question: is this a case of oneiromantic prophecy, or just an effect of the bad applesauce I ate before bed?

    Only time will tell.

    December 4, 2008

  • That's schadenfreudgeon meaning 'mixed feelings of extreme pleasure and indignant humour' not schadenfreudgeon meaning 'I was in bed with someone called schadenfreudgeon'.

    April 26, 2008

  • Gangerh has become the king of word product placement. ;-)

    April 26, 2008

  • I had a nightmare about the s-word. Then I woke up with schadenfreudgeon.

    April 26, 2008

  • I had my first Wordie dream last night. But it wasn't a dream. It was a place, and you and you and you... and you were there.

    It honestly just involved me sitting at the computer and being involved in a spirited Wordie conversation. And then some other non-Wordie stuff happened, but that's not important. But I wish I remember what we were talking about, it was fascinating.

    April 25, 2008

  • Bilby, perhaps you should refrain from snacking before going to bed.

    April 17, 2008

  • I was visited in a dream by sionnach last night. After constructing a decorative arrangement of cats on my sofa and inventing mock-Gaelic names for every utensil in my kitchen draw, he proceeded to dictate me a meta-list of lists I will make between now and the mid-winter solstice. When I queried this hitherto hidden talent of clairvoyancy he replied: "Blairvoyancy, a blindman's bluff of a novel about a British Prime Minister who has a vision that ten years in the top job will turn him into a poncy, fecaloid smellsmock, but does it anyway."

    April 17, 2008

  • :-)

    April 17, 2008

  • Yes, I should have known...

    April 17, 2008

  • Heck no, Prolagus! It's a common symptom of Wordie addiction. ;-)

    April 17, 2008

  • ... by the way, am I the only one who is dreaming of word lists?

    April 17, 2008