27 November, 2005
26 November, 2005
CRIMES AGAINST NAPPY and THE POWER OF THE POOH
strike ONE -- left cold and bereft, waiting for P. Sparkle, who accomplished the feat of locking herslelf and Lady Lip Out. Nappy starts ruing the day she agreed to lend P. Sparkle her keys.
strike TWO -- Nappy returns like Cinderella at midnight, but a snoozing P. Sparkle totally snores through FIVE missed calls. P. Sparkle wakes up in a state this morning, imagining Nappy on the footsteps of the pope's waiters' house.
Anyway...this is for you nappy and your pooh.
25 November, 2005
My Dearest Lady Lip,
may i extend to you a heartfelt welcome into the Covenant of Caper Mischief. HRH and myself do hope you'll bring to it your customary resourcefulness, coupled with your biting, dare i say it, saucy wit. We are honored
to know you in all your spry finery. not to mention exquisite bustiness.
P. Sparkle, HRH and Capt. Oats Esq.
our Royal Highness,
May I take this opportunity to commend you on your unfailingly constant Sparkle and your inimitable regality. I look forward to being your esteemed colleague, confidante and cohort for many grazings to come.
Capt. Oats. Esq
forgive may delay in replying. Lest you should thinking me uncaring, how can I impress on you that your stealth in times of battle, your warmth in times of woe and grasp of the English tongue have never coddled me nor just amused. Rather, thou art
the sparkle in my eyes, quite simply, this year's love.
F. Sparkle HRH
23 November, 2005
a space for the one-act plays
here are some of my favourites. authors anonymous sort of.
whiskers, whiskers again. by P frap
f: talk to the hand
nameless, by toko loco
f: the pope's dead. i can't believe it. i feel so much catholic guilt. i really need to get to back to my roots and wear a massive crucifix for at least six months.
f: i'm confused about my sexuality
f: i'm going to mongolia/zambia/togo. tomorrow
f: i have a crush on berlusconi
and finally. over to captain oats and one of the lines that will enter the annals of history
f: you need a shag
s:i don't want a shag. i just want things spelt correctly.
gao gao. blee-ed princess sparkle! I'm taming. fan hand...things are getting pebbly. stop the fun. watch out for the brillo pads. minty! from beneath you it devours. rexis tuuuu? and don't touch the pendant. even if you're fruity.
captain oats. me. you. seychelles. i feel amsterdam sneaking up on me and have had it with the log cabin. and apricots.
to all those that can make no sense of this. well. you're not captain oats. why would you?
21 November, 2005
spades queen and my partner (reluctantly) in my kamikaze bids to go nil
The modern game of Spades became popular in the late 1940’s, especially on college campuses. It was difficult to ascertain the true origin of this game. A review of several card game reference sources revealed that Spades descended from Whist. Spades also has a kindred spirit with Bridge, Pinochle, Euchre and other similar games featuring partnership play, bidding and a trump suit.