MuseBlog’s overriding theme for 2015 is stories, tales, and sagas. This month, we kick it off by celebrating a story about stories, the Thousand and One Nights, and its heroine, Scheherazade, whose genius for story-telling saved her life and made her a queen.
If you’re new on the blog, please stop by this thread and say pie — er hi.
Use the comments here to swap tips about outstanding, little known, and/or underutilized parts of MuseBlog. (In four years, we’ve accumulated an amazing number of chasms, subterranean passages, sunken cities, and fossiliferous formations.) Be sure to include the URL (Web address) so others can share your finds.
Dodecahedron and Robert, together again after all these years:
A reboot of the original:
Listening, playing, performing, composing.
Continued from v. 2014
Continued from v. 2012
Rosanne is in town visiting her parents, so naturally I jumped at the chance to see them all yesterday. We ate rugelach and strange chocolate laced with hot peppers and Pop Rocks, and then Rosanne and I posed for a photos with a little ceramic Kokopelli trivet.
At first, we had trouble sitting still.
Our faces were the last things to settle down.
Finally the picture fell into place.
How’s 2015 working out for you so far? What are your hopes and plans for the year? Reflections? Resolutions? Better write them down while they’re still fresh and new: that squeaky-clean feeling fades fast.
The first in a long time. You know what to do — let’s see what you conjure up!
Remember to post spoiler warnings, please!
Continued rather belatedly from Movies, v.2013.
The creation of this thread has absolutely nothing to do with bookgirl_me just having seen “The Hobbit: Battle of the Five Armies”.
Anyone WriMo’ing this year?
*National Novel Writing Month
Happy Halloween! Jade here, testing out the thread-making superpowers we got awhile ago but I haven’t used yet.
There’s a lot more detail I could add to this (like the text), but since the lines are mostly very thin it’ll, start to dry out fast–so take a look while it’s still fresh.
So I present to you, the Doors of Durin:
…I hope I did that right!
Who decides these things, anyway? Congress? Maybe this is one of those rare cases in which ignorance really is bliss.
(By the way, National Oatmeal Day is tomorrow, October 29.)
Fiddler: In celebration of Fireh and Fiddler kokonvening, here is a picture to prove that it happened and (as evidenced by our big smiles) is great fun! ((Also proof that the both of us are Real Human Beings as opposed to robotic music nerds spamming the lot of you from somewhere in the cybernets-fireh))
And for those dying to know the itinerary of this kokon, it was a meet up at the Chocolate Lounge last night, and then attending one of Fiddler’s classes (Appalachian Music and Dance, appropriately). Next up: anything goes. Probably involving food and giggling.
Fireh: Last night meeting Fiddler for the first time was awesome; she was easy to spot as she was wearing bright orange shorts in the Muserly tradition of being unique and mildly eccentric. She got a Pumpkin Spice Creme Brule (SP? I don’t really care) ((Fiddler: “IT HAS TWO Es”)) and I of course made the obligatory comment about blowtorches and the appropriate white-girl-stereotype jokes. I got a cold chocolate drink with coconut milk, which was awesome. Like hot chocolate, but NOT! My chalumeau/pocket clarinet got here right before I left TN, so I had the entire car ride to mess with it and play with it so of course I figured out how to play “What Do You Do With An Errant Muser” as sung by the massive Kokon of a few years ago in preparation for this. I played it for Fiddler. It was glorious.
Fiddler: Also, it’s SUPER DUPER FUN explaining “hello this is my friend from the internet” to your roommates and professors. I’m not sure what it says about me that I’m fairly used to it by now though. (I think it means that MB is the best and I’m very lucky. We’ll go with that one.)
Continued from v. 2009.
It’s now officially autumn in the Northern Hemisphere, spring down south. How do you like the season so far?
Ahoy, there, MuseBloggers! As always on this special day of the year, you will have to talk like pirates whether you want to or not. Tomorrow everything will be back to what passes for normal around here.
Continued from the original thread:
When you need a boost, stop by here and your fellow MBers will remind you why you’re wonderful (which, in case you’re doubtful, you are).
Back to school, which for ever more of you now means higher education. How goes it?
Kokonilly sent us a fleet of photos from Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance, so we decided to move them to their own thread.
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As Wikipedia explains it, “A Tom Swifty (or Tom Swiftie) is a phrase in which a quoted sentence is linked by a pun to the manner in which it is attributed.” It was named after the Tom Swift book series which began in 1910.
A few examples may be the best way to explain the format:
- “It’s freezing”, Tom muttered icily.
- “I might as well be dead,” Tom croaked.
- “I don’t have any more flowers,” Tom said lackadaisically.
- “Pass me the shellfish,” said Tom crabbily.
“Let’s see some more Tom Swifties!” Piggy promptly exclaimed.