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No, the vain materialistic Valley Girl persona would have been all wrong for the Electric Mayhem's own guitar-swinging sister. She's too cool for that. I can sometimes envision Richard sitting alone in the workshop late at night, staring intently at the Janice puppet, and thinking, "All...

MN: Do mine ears deceive me, or does our friend The Count have a birthday today? Nora: Your cold must be feeling better, 'cause you can hear properly. MN: Yeah, my cold's cleared up...just in time for me to go back to work tomorrow. (grumble grumble, mutter mutter) Storyteller: Oh, well, life...

I'll try, heralde. It's nothing that a few decongestants and some tissues and cough drops can't fix (or at least make more bearable). But it is annoying that it had to hit during my days off. God has a sense of humor, and so do cold germs. We kept a few Venus fly traps when I was a kid, but...

"You're Alive..." I don't think I've ever heard that one. When I was a little kid, I only remember learning how to distinguish natural things from man-made things. Just checking in; I've been away from the computer for a bit because of other matters...like coming down with a cold just as I...

Nora: Hey, Storyteller, I can't find the book I was reading. Storyteller: You mean State of Denial? Erin stole it back while you were in the bathroom. Nora: Whaa? But I haven't finished it yet! MN: Too bad. The money that paid for it came from my wallet, and I've got a cold, so I need something...

You know, I did read somewhere that palm trees can grow in some parts of Ireland. It has to do with certain conditions created by wind and sea currents. Yes, it did rain on us a bit. But on the morning we flew into Gatwick, it was a nice sunny day, blue sky and all. My mom kept commenting how...

(laughs) I mean the drowning part in jest. No one was in any danger. It's just that we got a little soaked, despite our having umbrellas. Once the clouds really opened up, we decided to cut our sightseeing short, duck into a tea room for some tea and scones and then catch an earlier train back...

We went to Europe (LOTS of fun) for a week last May, and the weather varied. While we were in London, the weather varied from nice and sunny to overcast and a bit chilly. When we took the train up to York for a day, it was cold and rainy. Nearly drowned. We spent a day in Paris before coming...

MN is hunched over at her keyboard, typing, all the while casting longing glances at a book still in a bookstore bag. Nora: Paper due tomorrow? MN: Yeah. Nora: But let me guess, you'd rather be reading what's in that bag over there. MN: Oh, you know me. I stopped in the bookstore on the way...

Well, if devouring chocolate-covered donuts is considered cannibalism...

Oh, get real. (laughs) Comme j'ai dit (like I said), I do kind of fancy the curly-haired Bronx boy. The one who plays Scooter. And a good number of women on this forum feel the exact same way. Gotta run; I've got work today.

Nora: I smell something burning. Storyteller: Oh, no, the rockweed bisque! (flies toward kitchen) Nora: No, it's coming from Erin's room...(opens door) Erin! What happened! MN: What you're smelling happens to be my brain having a short circuit. I had a midterm this afternoon. Nora: Ooooh, no...

Yeah, I hear it's a modest little thread, about 150-something pages long. I hear that the membership is about 80 percent female...and 100 percent legally insane. (beep from computer) Huh...(grabs printout, reads and rereads it)...oh. I see. Um, you guys, this Hunt person seems to fit the...

It's a little too mild around here. I was able to walk back to my dorm tonight with the sleeves of my turtleneck rolled up. I should be heading outside with at least a heavy wool sweater worn over top.

Nope, Frank Oz wasn't in the database. We're starting to come back online... Now, what's this? Seems to me the database had a great deal of info on some young guy named Richard Hunt. Let's try plugging that in...

I saw "Don't Eat the Pictures" long ago in a galaxy far, far away. I think I was about four or five (and since it was taped in '83, two years before I was born, my folks must have taped it). I definitely remember the scene with the scale, heart and Big Bird's feather, but not much more than...

I'm sorry, but his name seems to have escaped me at the moment. There was a prison break up in my brain's frontal lobe, you see; it's all because of a systems failure experienced while I was taking a midterm this afternoon... ;) He's the one who routinely says "Your face." He drinks a lot of...

Geez, Marianne, where have you been all this time? ;) But all right, it's the curly-haired boy from the Bronx. And my choice of smilie up there should give you another hint.

It's not cold enough here yet. I'm ready for it to be sweater-and-hot cocoa weather.