Unpacks bags, rolls out a cot.

Hes locked the liquor!

*lugs in a barrel of Smithwick's...* (and a tapper!) *lol*

I brought some mugs.

Takes a shower, dries off using guest towels. Time to party!

Flys in carrying a key to the Liquor Cabinet. I knew this spare key would come in handy.

*directs the roadies to the band's set up area, plugs in the neon lights, rings up the caterer, puts finishing touches on the party favours and plops on the couch...*

*sighs and realizes..."Men, God Bless em.... they think multi-tasking is talking on the phone and writing something down."....

Fionn, hope you don't mind, Martha's a little busy at the moment so I stepped in. Okay, details ready, let's party.

Hostess Wench

Rolls in a few cases of Bud....Now its time to party!

I've got some music.
http://www.davidwilcoxrocks.com/discography.html

Here is my favorite Station:

http://www.gater.com/jacor-common/streaming_disclaimer.html
Just click on the "click here to listen live" button.

wOWEE...... WHO MADE THIS? Ya mean to tell me I have a guest house now? Is this like some kinda starter before I get my real home? Who made this place? Like wow man...... way cool!! Can I call it "The Love Shack"? Who's blankets & pillow is here? *llok in the frig for snacks*

I'd like to make the first 2 rules of the LOVE SHACK.
1)Bowl Legged Woman may enter free.
2)All woman drink for free
3) Woman have free reign.
4) No guys can stay overnight except me.
*devlish smile*
5) The 3rd woman to officially register their
name with the Rock & Fionn Show get to take
me on a Bali vacation with them.

Uses 2 hands to count 2 rules .... am I short by 5?
Awww what's the difference, 2 rules, 5 rules, 10 rules......

Thumbs through brochures on the table. Where would I find a Guinness within walking distance of Yankee Stadium?

*Ties up Fionn, throws him in the basement, and takes down the rule about no guys staying overnight except Fionn* Don't be so greedy Fionn...

Dave? Ha ha ha ha ..... I DON'T THINK SO! But perhaps if you prove yourself worthy to be a member of the glorious Fianna then perhaps. But until you've won a battle, you remain among the poor timid souls not worthy the eye of one of these bonnie wee lasses.
It is my place to be the chivalrous & noble Fionn protecting the beautiful woman of Tir.

(wanders in and orders an alcholic banana split with extra cream, sprinkles and carmel sauce. turns about and surveys the wreckage )

okay who forgot to paint, and just why are there not hammocs spred about the place. and... WHAT no stairs to the roof for shame.

No Stairs to the roof Laurelrose, that is correct. All the stairs in the "Love Shack" lead to heaven my dear. he he he he he.........

*sings*
"He wonders how it ever got this crazy,
he thinks about a girl he knew in school.
Did he get tired or did he just get lazy?
He's so far gone he feels just like a fool"

*Falls on floor laughing*

I guess that is equivalent to the all time great come back line "Oh Yeah" or "I know you are but what am I". Good one Dave.

Hey Fionn, where's da kitchen? We need to have some food with all this alcohol being hauled in by the ladies...*hauls in giant seafood boiling pot and burner, black iron skillets, 682 pounds of jumbo gulf shrimp, 500 dozen live blue crabs, 200 pounds of red snapper fillets and a crate filled with seasoning and spices* Oh yeah, and 24 bottles of 12 year old Jameson...

Knock Knock, it's Cousin Jack the Kernewek (Cornishman) all the way from Kernow (Cornwall) in the UK. Carries big crate of Cornish Rebellion and Cornish Best Bitter ( Real beer!!!). Back pack full of pasties and Cider. A rugby ball is also present to play the magic game after a skin full , then to settle down with ladies and charm them with my accent and song!!

Looks about,,,,hammocks and cider,,you'd almost think I was partying here,,,,HEY Wait a minute I was!!!!Dresses Mac in a frenchmaid uniform and sends him barefoot to the kitchen,,,Hope you know how to make seafood gumbo!!Grabs a keg of cider and delicately PLUNKS herself into the hammock..Sings,,,Be it ever so humble,,There's no place like Fionn's Guest house....GARCON!!!!!

*Takes off french maid outfit and leaves it for the french maid *wink* puts on asbestos suit and fires up the pot*

Mac? Did you say Jamesons? YEAH BABY!! Way to go pal. Jaysus Mac, I'll let you have the presidential suite for that!!! Could someone kindly tell the "Corn" that this is Tir na Nog and we dun play no stinkin rugby!! CLEO, what the heck is GARCON? Sounds like some alien nation from Star Trek.

Can anyone tell me who made this Guest House? I think they may deserves the Royal Suite. I know I'm giving off all the good places but I'm happy just sleeping wherever.........

It was me Fionn

Cool, Thanks! Now who the heck are ya? Please e-mail me at dermotfarley@yahoo.com so I may thank you properly.

Ok no rugger then, lets just stick to the drinking and song. Grabs a crate of ale staggers to the corner whilst singing "The Wild Rover". Big smile on face signals contentment.

*lured in by the delicious aroma of Mac's shrimp gumbo; grabs a chair and stakes out a spot next to the kettle*

*grabs another vacant chair and eyes the shrimp proprietarily...and prepares to slap the hand of anyone who even LOOKS like they may eat some*....

*sings to self*
I'm gonna eat you little shrimp,
I'm gonna eat you little shrimp,
I'm gonna eat you little shrimp,
'Cause I like eating shrimp.

And as an aside...can anyone tell me where I got that little dittie (paraphrased) from? *grins gleefully*

*glances around the kitchen* Gee, maybe 682 pounds of jumbo shrimp is even too much for me to eat alone, but only just.... *s*

*the old LS, now starring as Cricket, but still LS here* *G*

*Glances in the door...wonders if anyone needs Ten Guitars for a sing-a-long after the 12 bollys of Jamesons?...* *L*

*Staggers over to lostsoul* Mind if join you in shrimp and ale. *Looks ay lostsouls raised hand* I won't eat more than you...i like shrimp to you know. *Feels awkward, looks down at the floor shuffling feet and whistling very badly.

HIC!...."HEY???...whasst thaaat 12 bollys osf shrumps or 24 tonnes oft Jaaammashins???!!"....*stupid smile*..."I kaansts rememmemberrr"...

*sings Ten Guitars...* I Haaaave a band of mennnnn and alll theyyyy doooo is play forrrrr meeeeee...they come from miles arouuuuund just to play their meeeelooodyyy...* Strums guitar...*collapses in heap near door...wide grin and eyes rolling about in sockets as the pungent aroma wafts past doorway*

swoops down from a perch, and swipes the bowl of gumbo from LS before anyone can bat an eye. Speaking of bats, ducks just in time to miss bat swung by LS.

so just what is gumbo and why arn't i drunk yet?

*smiles sweetly at Cousinjack*....Ok, since you asked so nicely. A bowl for my new friend here, Mac, if you wouldn't mind. *hands Cousinjack the full bowl*

*notices Raven's manuever and nearly falls over when the bat misses* OY! I said I couldn't eat it all m'self!!! I'd've handed over a nice big bowl to ya! *L*

Gumbo is....well, since Mac's cooking, I shall let him explain his divine dish.....*grins widely at him*

Well merasta why, thank you LS.*Takes bowl off LS and gives a grin of delight.* Ah gumbo, lovely, if i only knew what it is.*Raises bottle of ale to all in the room*.Yeghes da, onen hag oll, good health to one and all.
*Sits down by LS, gives a cheery wink and enjoys the gumbo*.

hot d---n, I found a red cinnamon gummybear in my gumbo...yer secret is out Mac!

*delighted with the language lessons* Yeghes da....I like that. *s* Does one pronounce the g? I'm working with 'yeg-iss'...sound right?

And while we're at it...merasta? And where in Kernow are you? A friend just got to spend a heavenly week there, and she brought pictures back that will make you cry from beauty. *drops a red cinnamon bear in CJ's (may I call you CJ? *G*) bowl while he's distracted with the out-and-out flattery to his homeland*

Jaysus, there isn't even any room left on my own bleedin couch!! Come on gang, make some room please? I mean after all, this is my guest house aye? Sheeeesh !!

yes yes yes but what the heck is gumbo?

*wonders* Do you really not know what gumbo is, or are ya just tryin' to get Mac to pass on his wonderful recipe? *L*

Gumbo is sort of a soup, but somewhat thicker in consistency. It has shrimp, crab meat, oysters (optional), starts with a flour rue, onions, garlic, bell peppers, green onions (whatever else you like in this dept.) as well as a mixture of creole spices and is served in a bowl over rice and may or may not have croutons. There are also pieces of crab in for flavoring (the upper shell is removed as well as any organs *L*)It tastes pretty good and is usually an appetizer. There is also a chicken and sausage type of gumbo and is kinda similar.

i want some (yes i really did not know what gumbo was, i'm from New Zealand don't ya know).. can i have the chicken kind please?

Wot!....do you REALLY mean it has nothing to do with boiled up Gumboots served on a bed of Pukeko feathers?...Ooohhh....DANG! *puts Gumboots back on and takes Pukeko back to swamp*

*Eats more gumbo, turns to LS*. Yes you may call me CJ, sounds kinda cool. Yeghes- pronounced yay-hays and da- as in DA-gger. Merasta- pronounced mureesta and why- pronounced wee. *Looks at the gumbo and nods approval.* This gumbo is fantastic. I live in Liskeard which is in the Caradon district of south east Kernow. *Discovers red cinnamon bear and stares at it*.

hey silky you are from NZ cool i am moving back... hehehehe a month or so now.. hehehehe (starts singing home home on the range)

No, Laurelrose, I didn't know you were from New Zealand. *S* I just thought you were secretly writing a TirCookbook....*g*

CJ? Merasta why means 'thank you'?

Oh Great, not only isn't there room in my own flippin guest house but the guests are also ignoring me!! *shakes his head in dismay*
Now what's a fellah to do?

*laughs wickedly* By virtue of the fact that it is a guest house it means 2 things:

1: You have your own MAIN house and don't need room on the couch.
2: Of course we ignore you...*L*...we're all drunk! It's what we politely DON'T do in your main house.

*slips behind CJ and hopes Fionn forgets just which one in this crowd I am...*

*LLLL*

Here Fionn, put these moose antlers on. You'll get noticed now *L* The girls love Bullwinkle.

*stirs the pot* Gumbo's ready

Mac? Now that is a great idea!!! I love Bullwinkle myself!!! *straps the moose antlers to his head and begins to bugle* MOOOOoooooo!!!
Oh wait..... that's a cow isn't it? What the heck does a Moose sound like? Where's Rocky?

Like the horn sound at the beginning of survivor.
Look, it's working *LOL*

yes.. there is a crowd of male mooses.. or is that meese? well what ever the heck they are, their heading this way.. look. (points out the window.)

You forgot the Okra! Gumbo won't get thick unless you add the Okra. Flys over and drops A bowl full of Okra slices into everyones bowls, and into the pot.

And Mac.... didn't you forget to add the file' too?

*writes Mackey a citation from the Gumbo Better Health Board*

P.S. I hate it with dah okra, cher (makes it reaaaaaaaaallllly slimey, ya know).

Nice antlers DF
*snort chuckle*

Can you hear me now?


Good.

Um, Wun? *checking the boards in use at the moment* Got the hiccups? *pats her on the back just in case* *L*

*Turns to LS and chuckles* Coward. Yes merasta why means thank you. You should visit Kernow one day, she maybe small but she's a beautiful country.*Turns to Fionn* Sorry matey, i should've spoken to you seeing it's your guest house and your the host.*Looks at the moose antlers*If thats the size of your mooses, they must make a hell of a mess of your skirting boards!!*Takes very large swigs out of 2 bottles of ale at once, then stands behind LS for protection from the giant mooses*

I didn't forget the okra, I don't like it either. The file however, is one of the secret ingredients. Hey D, those antlers are you pal!!
Have another snort of Jameson's...

*looks behind myself and up....* Um, ya can't hide very well behind someone who is shorter than you, silly. *L* As for visiting Kernow, someday, someday. Reading Rosamunde Pilcher's books always set a longing in me....as do Gabaldon's for Scotland and any Irish music for some wee little cottage on charming country lane....*sighs* More alcohol, please....getting a bit melancholy over here. *L*

*Looks embarrased at the stupidity of it all* More beer for all!* looks for whiskey* And whiskey too. *Looks at Wundamom* Why do you keep asking "Can you hear me now?"?

*laughs and reaches for another beer* 'tis ok, CJ, honest. I'll just stand on a chair or stool next time (just warn me so I can be prepared! *G*)

Looks up from her hammock,,,*hic*,,,hey mac,,,the gumbo is great,,,so what's for dessert,,,,and Fionn(((((you)))))) pal we would never ignore ya in your own place,,,I have just one question,,,,what the heck is that you're wearing,,sure brings out the animal in you,,,and,,ok so I;m going to ask another question,,,,where did you hide the washrooms???
Garcon!!!,..more jameson's please,,,*L* and Fionn,,,ya know I can speak alien as any good frenchwoman...so who's dancing on the tables??..Hey shamrock,,you got those irish coffee's ready??

(looking up from where she's managed to get tangled and cacooned in a hamoc)any one got a long island ice tea?

oh yes and HELP

*knee slapping.... and reads...*
"Hey Fionn, what's that you're wearing.. brings out the animal in you..."

OMG.... TOOOOOOO FUNNY CLEO! *high 5's crazy Franch Lady*

Dang, wish I'd said that.

Dessert? Banana's Foster torched with 151 proof rum. cleo, you need to stay back while I prepare this one, I think you may need to have one of those "Danger Flammable Signs" around your neck

Aye, I do indeed Cleo. You know me cousin taught me well! "UP GALWAY!"

*snicker*

Rock where is that cousin of yours?? Miss that woman and her humour,,not to mention her power's whiskey,,,and Pat,,who can ever forget Pat and mam??
Gets out the asbestos sheeting,,,go for it mac,,,,but watch out for your eyebrows there!!!
Sure and you could share that snickers if you were any kind of a friend,,,,does a lil frenzied dance,,,and I still don't know where the DARN WASHROOMS ARE.........HELPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

well wun...Fionn was always such a party animal,,,he;d give ya the shirt off his back for a good party,,,,
OK OK,,,,make way,,,,Dangerous woman going through,,,,I THINK I FOUND A OUTHOUSE,,,,only at fionn's guest house,,,*shakes head*

Cleo Luv, the washroom is out back, 3rd cottage back make a right, a quick right again, 3 more cottages down and you're right back here, go upstairs, out the front window, slide down the downspouts, onto the front porch, in the front door, through the main hallway, down the basement stairs, out the side window, turn left, go down 3 cottages down, make a right, a quick right again, 3 more cottages back...... you get the idea aye? *winks*

NOW.... the animal in me aye? *ponders the type* If I were an animal what type would I be..... hhhmmm..... a Yellow Lab? An Eagle? Grey Wolf? It'd have to be a noble animal like a bottle of Jamesons. OOooppss.... *blushes* How silly, that's not an animal at all he he he he.... Okay, If I were .... *swigs the from the bottle of Paddy's his pal Dominick just brought back from Ireland* .... an animal I most definetly would be Selkie. Yeah that's the ticket, I'd be a Selkie!! Second choice would be a Jackelope so I could have the biggest antlers in the world.

HEY...... Is anyone ready for another Tir gathering back at the same place in Kingston Ontario? C'mon gang..... whatta ya say? camping out under the northern skies drinkin whiskey with Caoilte & Blue Lady? What ever happened to Blue Lady anyway? Am I babbling? *takes another swig*

Comes back in panting and exhausted,,,then rereads Fionn's instructions,,,Slaps her forehead,,,RIGHT,,,he said RIGHT and I went left!!!!!No wonder I never found it,,,a good thing the guy in the first cottage let me use his washroom,,,,Hey Fionn,,he related to you???,,,he was wearing a raccoon cap.

Sits back in her hammock,,,Mac,,,you sure know how to heat things up in here,,,ya tink next time we can have a BBQ??

Grabs a cold cider and lays back,,waits for the entertainment to arrive,,,sure hope he hired them Island Boys,!!

Derm,,,would you believe the aliens have landed? I got this weird message on my answering machine,,bordeaux,,beaujolais,,almost sounded French,,,with an american accent*L*

A gathering in ontario??I wonder if they have lifted the ban on us yet?? Could be fun,,,buttttttttttttttt....RENT A PORT-O-TOILET

Who would have guessed
I'd end up as a guest
In Fionn's House of madness

Mac cooked up gumbo
Laurelrose did a mean mambo
CousinJack dropped in
He thought this was the Inn

Silk was in fine spirits
Lostsoul sang a fine tune
Shamrock even made it
To Fionn's house for noon

Wun was a fine hostess
She always is the mostess
Tecumseh brought the music
Raven checked the accoustics

We owe this fine quest
To an anonymous guest
Which goes to prove
Someone knows how ro groove

Thanks,,,it's fun,,,and now ,,,let's party on

Oopps I forgot Daryl and Celt and Dave
To them I do appologise
For surely had they not stopped by Fionn's Cave
They presence would have been missed

Pours indigo a smithwick's
In a mug funrnished by heather
Picks out one of raven's feather's
And gives the drink a stir

Next time I do this,,instead of scrolling,,I had better takes notes

The last verse is for Bri
Who brought along a Bud
And for marbeg who's voice
Rang out over the din and thuds

And if I have forgotten anyone else..sorry,,but I am not starting this all over again nooooooooo sirrreeeeee

(ummmmmmm anyone notice Fionn was missing?)

Fionn laddie... share a dram or two of that Paddy's will ye...? I just buried my Mother-in-law today...and I need a drink...It's been a long sad day...for she was well-loved... I need to hoist a few to her...

*Wanders around trying to find a vacant hammock* You know if i was to be an animal it would be the Beast of Bodmin......what ever the beast is* Stands still in thought for a moment* Where did you say the shite house was again? *Crosses legs in pain*

*tips Cleo's wondrous pint o'Smithwicks back as well.. * Thanks Cleo1! *hugs* If Fionn shares his Paddy's... and it chases down the Smithwicks... I'll be able to SLEEP tonight...Or maybe I should just stay up and party with ya'll! Indeed... partying would be good...*see's the band coming in the door* So who's playing this first night Fionn?

*passes Indy the bottle of Paddy's* Help yourself lass. An old saying comes to mind. "Whiskey makes it oh so clear*
The band? Why that'd be the new sensation out of Long island Luv, "Gael Force". I recommend them highly. My deepest condolences for your loss. But isn't that part of what life is about? Love & Loss, People & Emotions. Children, animals & Old People. HHHHhhmmmm....... on second thought, maybe Life is about laying in the hammock with your sweetheart under a heavy scent of nearby honeysuckles, or even the shadows that cross your lawn on a balmy summer night with a million fireflies rising. *takes another sip of whiskey* You know Indy, the funny thing is I actually do sip whiskey every time i type that I do. And you know what else? Just before everything becomes fuzzy, in that precise moment before you forget what the hell you're talking about, everything is "Oh So Clear". God Bless you and yours !!!

Indigo,,,here's to your mother in law,,for we must celebrate her life,,may the memory of her make you smile again one day soon,,accept my condolences and another smithwick's,,,grabs the bottle of paddy's and pours a generous shot,,

Jack,,,whatever you do,,,,don't go left!!!!!

Tis a dolphin I am ,,ok so that may sound a bit fishy,,,,but tis definately me!!!

Strike up the band and let's cha cha cha

Fionn, m'darlin' ... to continue on from the memoriam thread - it was too interesting to let pass, and too controversial to post there...................

That's not what you said, Fionn .. perhaps what you meant? I agreed with you wholeheartedly ..

Trying to make the point, though, that not everyone 'good' in this world believes in the same things that you do, or I do. There are many 'truths' that work wonderfully well for many people.

In reality, the Terrorists that committed the resounding crimes of Sept 11, 01, believe VERY much in their cause and believe they are 'doing the right and holy thing'. You and I both disagree. BUT, they, when they stand before THEIR God on their death, will do so with a proud and full filed heart. They believe they are in the right.

I think our task, as people of this planet (omgod that sounds sooo 'fake') .. is to, one by one, decide to be a positive contributor to the lives of those we meet, rather than the all conquering 'right'. I don’t think there is any other way of humankind surviving.

If we don't come to some sort of equilibrium soon, then we will continue this discussion on the other side.

(note: if you had an email address attached to your name, Fionn, I would have sent this there. I hope all is going well with you and yours.)

I think the two of you are speaking of the same basic thing, just that the phrasing of the individual posts got things muddled. I went back and re-read from Fionn's original one, and your answer was right in keeping with his thought, Lace. After that, things got....well, like they do when we can't actually speak in person and we take meaning from pure text. Basic jist from both of you is 'love one another and do the best you can'...that's what I got.

Now....*hums again*....I'm gonna eat you little shrimp.....Where's more gumbo?? *L* I've got enough alcohol in me that the little devils can just swim around in my stomach!

Thanks for the kind thoughts Fionn and cleo1... and for the shots of Paddy's and the Smithwicks... I slept like a Rock, and feel refreshed today... (not even hungover..!)

*Turns to everyone* Well must be off back to Kernow now, the rugby seasons in full flow and i must be there. *Picks up bottle of ale* Til we meet again, i shall bid you farewell, bye one and all.*Walks into sunset accompanied the closing soundtrack of "Gone with the wind"*

Hey Cuz, was that a Motown Soundtrack?

Lacie, tis yet another conversation better suited with a bottle os Uisce !!

And I after I went back and read everything, I never saw Lacie as disagreeing either, and in fact I too agree with her observation. I just thought she desired some clarification on my part. So does all this mean that we're talking about agreeing that we agree as opposed to disagreeing that we agree? Or agreeing that we disagree? Or how about disagreeing that we disagree? *takes a big sip of Dr. Pepper*

G'night gang!
*wonders if he'll draw fire for spelling good night improperly*

LOL @ Fionn .. discussing our agreement, is all. LS, it was never meant to be anything but a sharing of thoughts, no contention.

Mispelling G'night?? Good Lord, man - that is the CORRECT spelling! *grin*

G'day.

I am Cozramh, Supreme Overlord of Remulak. To commemorate the Moons of Meepzore, I order you both to consume mass quantities of your favorite alcoholic beverages. Lacie, scotch, Fionn...Hmmmm, well, pick one...as for the tasks of the people of this planet, well, that's another matter to be discussed later. Pass me the fiberglass insulation and fried chicken embryos, I'm hungry. Hmmmm...gumbo?

Glairs about the room from where she has spent this whole time tangled in a hammoc. then settles her glare on gurest and mentaly twacks him up side the side of the head for assuming i would do anything of the sort... oh yes mr i can read those thoughts.

I SAID I REFUSE to eat a plate of haggis, i mean where do ya think we are scottland or something?

Sheesh

:D

Cleo,
The Poem was lovely, I really enjoyed it. I've only one request of you... Can I please have back all of the tail feathers you used for quills, my fanny is freezing, and I don't like the look Fionn keeps giving me

*grins at lace drunkely* I tho' sho! *passes over some gumbo and a huge mug* Th'gumbo'sh got fisssshhhies in't....th'mug'sh got....alky-hol...good shtuff....*wobbles at bit*

Be Proud of what ya got Raven! *winks*

*pinches raven on the butt before running for it, and blushing*

MAC!! LET ME OUT OF THIS BASEMENT!!!!! *pounds on door* I want some Gumbo, too!

*mumbles* make fun of his French Maid uniform just once ....

hands raven Fionn's toupet,,,shhhhhhhh don;t tell him I stole it while he dosed off,,that should cover your fanny,,,so sowwy about the feathers.

*giggles* who would have known Fionn was a bald eagle!!

Mac!!!!!!you promised you'd stop playing dragons and dungeons,,now let libby out or me and Bri will get out the *rack* again,,,,

Can someone grab the TV remote so jack can stay and party??

Puts on Elvis,,,lets rock and roll here people

Elvis has left the inn.

*and so have a few brain cells from the look of things....*

*tee hee*

*Opens the basement door* What's all the racket? What are you doing down there? Hey, sorry, I think the gumbo is gone, but Laurelrose has some haggis left.

*gags*

That's OK, Mac. Leave me in the basement. *slams door on haggis*

*peeks head out of door* By the way...that sash you added to the maid's uniform is a good touch. You look simply smashing in it.

*slams door shut before Mac can reach me*

*Locks door again* I'm not wearing a maid's uniform, I took all that off long ago. *L*

Mac!!! for heaven's sake cover up,,,,Fionn does run a disreputable place after all,,,,!!

Yeah, that's a cute outfit Mackey... where did you say bought it? Thongs-R-Us?

Woo Hooooo!!...get a load of that peppery perambulation!....OW!

Fionn, had a wonderful time, didn't check my e-mail till I got back. BUT NEXT TIME!

Huh?

Huh?

*gets out her magnifying glass* now if you could just fill out that thong. *grins running away from mac*

He he he

Enough about my stuff
*hands LR a training bra and the leash for a seeing eye dog*

*smacks Mac with Colleen's Mackeral on behalf of Laurelrose*

A Mackeral Mac Smack Attack, wouldn't you know.

hehehe..and that training bra is a bit small don't ya know. mind you, you might need eye surgery.. i mean look you only gave me a leash...

:D

*smack* kissing mac on the cheek before running away laughing

That's because you got it on backwards LR
*LOL*

And Fionn's NEXT band is???? More Gael Force?? or another group? *lugs in a case of Jamesons that she won in a display contest.* Just a little back stock... *weg*

Steps out onto the porch, and looks at the sky... Unbelievable stars...so clear out...a bit crisp, and...oh WOW! Northern Lights... Glad I brought my cool weather sleeping bag...*hangs her hammock outside so she can watch the sky's show...*

*walks out onto the porch for a breath of fresh air* Hi Indy, beautiful night aye? That's a great idea puttin a hammock out. fall is my favorite time of year. I love a cool crisp evening air and a sky of stars to lie under. But I'll prefer the soft pine needles to the hammock. Care to have a wee drop with me? How about you too Mac ol Pal, care to join us for a drop or two?

*puts on an Aine Minogue cD* some nice soft harp music is perfect background music for conversation, don't ya'll think?

Aye Fionn lad, I'll share a drop with ye... and my thanks...The stars are spectacular. And the harp music would be nice... *still staring in wonder at the stars*

*bounces out of the House still tangled in her hammoc but finaly unattached from the wall that the hammoc had been attached to. looking like a Laurel catapiller with one hand free and holding a nice hot chocolate I lean against the door frame and look at all the pritty lights.* oh cool i've never seen the Aurora Borialis before. that is so pritty. *promptly slips from the dorrframe and falls face first onto the porch.


It's okay, i didn't spill my hot chocolate.

I'm a witness, she spilled Not a drop! Amazing Laurelrose..! But be Careful!!

how do I know if anyone reads my email while I scrub the killer whale tank?

Who Cares?

wait.. we have a killer whale tank?.. is willy in there or shamoo?

or is it filled with jaimison? is there burbon in there or beer or... gasp is it full of Irealands best export?

*peeks in * oh it's only filled with fionn's old socks. DARN IT

*whispers to Laurelrose... it's a collection of ALL the stuff found lying 'round the Guest house between get-togethers...* *Only disguised with Fionn's socks... *lol*

*gags*

oh gad that means the rest of the haggis is in there somewhere... well that explains the smell and why the tanks being scrubbed out

*Pops head up out of tank* FINALLY, I found the last of my tail feathers!!! BTW LR, someone told me this belongs to you. *Tosses a Haggis from the tank to LR*

*catches it one handed and throws it back at raven, laughing as it falls on his now found feaqthers, decides to retreat to the guest house and the nice smell of more gumbo on the stove.*

This place has been quiet! *sweeps up the haggis crumbs...* *dust's off the bar and restock's it... fills the ice bin...* *hangs some Halloween decorations and puts batteries into the crawling Frankenstein hand...*

*puts a Guinness into the crawling Frankenstein hand* *w* soon it'll be dancing a five-finger jig

hey wheres the hot tub? *wanders in through the door dressed as a southern bell with her golden hair up in a southern style do.*

*lands the brmstik (Hyundai Santa Fe) near the door and decorates the porch with pumpkins, cornstalks and a bale of straw... tosses a bag of candles into the closet... we'll be ready to carve the pumpkins into jack-o-lanterns later... *

*finds the hot tub and sprinkles red food dye into the water and turns on the jets to mix it into a nice blood red color before adding the peeled grapes for that nice fake eyeball thing and switches the water temperature to cold before adding rubber bats to the porch decerations and building a pumpkin topiary at one side of the steps. i head in for a pint before heading to the roof and the decerations i left there a while back when no one was watching*

*cleans the peeled grapes out of the intake of the hot tub*

oh did i forget to put up the mesh?

Positions a fog machine so it will spill fog out the windows and door of the guest house...
now a costume... hummm... I think I will become 'Madame Zorch'. Gypsy seeress... reader of palms...singer of songs...teller of tales...

*invites in the Ghost hunters from the Ghost hunters Society, and throws in mellon balls after fitting the mesh into the intake of the hot tub.*

try this link

www.ghostpix.com

*spreads newspaper out and starts carving pumpkins... anyone want the seeds??...anyone else want to join in?

*stirs up a cauldron of warm spiced cider, and digs out the candles from the closet... puts them into the jack-0-lanterns, and lights 'em...
Turns the lights down a bit,to watch the faces flicker...* HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!

*Wakes up with a pumpkin on head*

*wakes up to find some one has drained all the petrol out of her car and replaced it with fruit punch.*

*wakes up*

*sets big bonfire ready in middle of room...stuffs straw into Guido Fawkes...sits Guido atop the stack o wood...pulls out gunpowder and skyrockets....waits...shivering with anticipation*

Anyone wanna join me in a little parliment bombing? *L*

*comes in to tidy up after the Halloween party... carefully takes the matches away from Silk, and helps move the 'bonfire' out into the backyard...* Fionn just wouldn't understand if you torched his Guesthouse...*lol* *sweeps up the popcorn, and candy corns, takes out the trash ect... packs away the decorations...*

Wow! Nobody's been here since Halloween???
And we could've had SUCH a New Year's Party...
Humm...
Well... lets look for a new Holiday...
Any suggestions??
*squishes her face up ~~wondering just WHAT the gang will come up with... *

how about a windshield scaping party? I'll bring de-icer and coffee.

Imbolic/Groundhog day is coming up soon. Feb 2 is not too far away.

come to think about it...my birthday is later in February too.. that's reason enough for a party right?
But Imbolc first....the coming of the light...sacred fires/healing/poetry...sounds like a plan to me...

http://www.paganmary.com/music.htm

What do you think? Time to open up the guest house for the summer MightyFionn? Lend me a key, and I'll start getting it ready to go...*I've already secreted away a case of 12yr Jamey, and a couple of barrels of Guinness to bring...*

Sorry,this is totally unrelated to rest of messages but did not know how to start a new message section.
Want to travel from New Orleans to Miami, having trouble hiring top of range open top car or jeep in one place and dropping it off in the other place. Hire company's require car to be drooped off at pick up point unless i hire smaller car,can anyone help? please.this will be my first time in States? Mac surely you know the answer as you are not too far away from New Orleans,would be very happy with any advice i get,if it is helpful and not sarcastic ,so that rules out m.f.

open up , open up!

is the guest house on the 5 borough bike trek route?
http://www.nyctourist.com/

*stands on the porch of the Guest house, with hands on her hips....* *where is the ever-loving key to this place??* *searches under the mat, and on top of the door jamb... Ah! under the third flower pot to the right...*
It's Summer Solstice soon, and thought we should plan a party to celebrate...
I hope mightyfionn won't mind that I'm cleaning the place up a bit... *throws open the windows to air out the place, and scrounges in the closet for a broom, and dustclothes...*
ah..ahhh... ahhhh-chooooo!

walks in and looks about. ewwww.... did we forget to clean up after halloween? because that would explain the green thingy in the hot tub and just why it has eyes. and legs and... is that raven stuck in there or am i seeing things again.

*Searches Colleen's Vat, trips over petrified mackeral and borrows flamethrower.... torches Fionn's Guest House (contents only)... and leaves the place clean...discovers unopened bottle Jameson... makes a fresh pot of coffee... seasoned with Jamey.... sits on the floor cross-legged and ponders... FIVE YEARS of Tir memories....*

Mick? Ya there?

*waits*

*stops by with a load of fireworks for the 4th of July... * At least we won't have to look for matches to light 'em... *lol* We may have to fine tune the flamethrower a bit though....
Who's bringin' the pic-i-nick basket??

walks out of the ashes a bit singed and still smoking.

ya just couldn't wait untill i was out of the bathroom could ya

(grin)

*hugs*.... that was one looooong sit on the throne there Laurelrose... *ha ha*

*posts the NO CELL PHONES sign next to the fireworks heap...*

Now all we need is for the Mighty Fionster and the rest of the old gang to show up...

*hears the commotion,...peeks in* Hey!...this looks like it could be a cool place to hang for a while! Look at that BIG PILE OF EXPLOSIVES!...*rubs hands together with glee!...laughing maniacally...horns pop out from forehead...carefully pushes them back in place.*

*Grabs cup of 'super-charged' coffee and takes a seat near the emergency exit*

Come on Silk! Let's start planning how to set these pyro-teknics up for the big day...
*hopes there is more of that super-charged coffee about*...
Which ones are the favorites? the Red ones? the Green ones? Blue?
*gazes out over the field across the road from the guest house... It'll do just fine... heheheheh...*

Yay!!!

*excitedly jumps up and down on tippy toes!...sprints out to Metallic Green Dodge...opens trunk...pushes Rolan's scooter to one side, honking it's horn for good measure...grabs electronic ignition system, musical explosives timer and synchoniser, and wiring...runs back to Guest house...*

*pulls out soldering gun*... Indigo! I have more than a mere 'smouldering' interest in these nice explosives! Ummmm...I choose the Starmines!!...oh, and the Gold Glitter Mines are a worthy display too...*begins to wire up timer devices*

I reckon with an ounce o' 'vertical' thinking, we just might be able to wire these BIG BOOMERS to the Tir Jukebox so we can have a decent sound and light show come the 4th!

YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!

Sheesh!.... C'mon you guys.... return the props back to the TERMINATOR 3 set before you get us ALL busted...

*walks off chuckling.. "Wenchdom, still alive and well"... switches the coffee pot to decaf and adds vallium*

Yes, I think it'll be a sound and light show to be remembered.... *grin*
*goes to the secret coffee pot of high-test coffee that's hidden on a shelf behind the bar and fills her large mug*
Lets get started Silk.... *lugs the bags and boxes of 'fun stuff' out to the field to start putting the show together...*

oh oh oh can i light it? i like fire, fire good, fire nice, warm, burny and everything.

(goes in search of a lighter, and lighter fluid, as well as chocolate, HOT chocolate, with cream and sprinkles and sparklers and TNT and....)

I like Laurelrose!!!
She is quite quite mad.

histerical giggle

*phones up Pyromaniacs Anonymous.... leaves a fiery message*...

Be afraid, be very afraid...

Um...Lets not get P.A. involved in this... We'll let you have your very own shiny-new flamethrower... really we will...

And thanks to Silk and Laurelrose for the help with the fireworks... all went according to plan, and we really had a wonderful array of light and noise! Lots of Ooooo's, Ahhhhhs, and Ohhhhhs were heard...
Now the flamethrower(s) can be retired from pyro-technic duty, and go back to doing the next best thing.... Zorching cockelburr/thistle/velvet leaf...*I Hate these weeds....* *lol*

"Zorching cockelburr/thistle/velvet leaf.."

Is that like a Tongue-Twister-For-Gardeners???

Sheesh (there's spit everywhere now)

But but but... fire, and smoke and flame... fine alright anyone want to start a bon fire? (hopefully grinning)

I saw the Jeanie Johnston today. Hi Fionn!

Hello folks.......... this is Fionn (Mighty Fionn). It's about 4am Saturday morning and for whatever reason I just couldn't sleep. What else are you supposed to do at un-Godly hours but surf the net aye? I had a dream this evening about Tir. THE OLD TIR, where I made many friends, where I cried in front of my PC screen or laughed hysterically WITH someone. It amazes me, how the internet, chat, this wee place Tir had impacted my life. August of 1997 seems like light years ago. The hours of chat & banter is gone from me now, gone like the old chemistry we used to have with this place, gone like the friends I've lost. That's cool, *shakes his head* yeah it's gone like alot of things and it's okay. I received a call ON MY CELL PHONE from someone from Tir yesterday saying they were in NY and wanted to get together. The message had a poor connection so I didn't get the whole message. OH WELL........ Whoever it is knows how to reach me and is welcome to do so. Over the years Tir and it's people have changed. I still have a few friends that I'll always stay in touch with one way or another. I know too that I am not especially liked by a good many people as well. That's a shame, my hallmark has always been how easily I keep and maintain friends. But that too is okay, I guess. *sighs* Does anyone remember the first Gathering for Tir? Cleo and I ran this great camping trip up in the 1000 Islands and we had a great turn out. Ha ha ha ...... what a blast that was. Does anyone have the movie I made and sent out to everyone? *weak smile* Yeah those were good old days and lifes changes have put them where they belong, in the past. Well, I'm headin up to RI this week, going to meet Shamrock for a few laughs and a few pints. I first met him up at the 1000 Island trip way back....... 1998? HHHhhmmmm...... I think I'll call Cleo when I wake up tomorrow, it's been too long.....................
PONDERS...... so the GUEST above saw the Jeanie aye? Well hello back atcha guest. I never did like the anonymous guest posts. It served only those who wish to hurt others more than it did as a way for a friend to say hi anonymously. *waves back at GUEST* And so, my times here are gone just like the welcomes. If you know me, you like me. If you know me, you know how to contact me. To the rest, God bless and adios, no hard feelings on my part! An old saying I made up comes to mind; "Spend more time on-life and less time on-line". My life is good, it may not be what I want it to be but I am at peace with it and myself and I pray that all of you are in that same place too.
P.S. (May I bestow an early Birthday wish to my dear friend Wunda? God Bless ya darlin!!)

ONE MORE THING.......... Whoever gave my cell phone # out I would appreciate it if they wouldn't do that anymore. Ask first please? Of course I'll meet any friend or guest to New York/New Jersey, just ask. See Ya!

Derm.... hullo from Texas...You need to come south for some bleedin catfish therapy... okay then.

Call us

*big evil wink*

P.S. Thanks so much for the birthday wishes.... I SO HATE this aging thang.. ya know. 48 shoudlda been someone's chest size... not my age...

*Peeks in for a minute....* Hoo!...too quiet in here! Hope y'don mind, but I need somewhere to chill right now, so thought the guesthouse looked pretty empty. *thinks to self...this is just like Goldilocks and the three bears, hahahaha...looks for plates of porridge to scoff while everyone is away*

*brushes cobwebs away from door....wanders in...wiggles whacky witch nose...* PRRRRINNNNNNNGGGGG!!

*guesthouse again glisteningly clean, all shelves cabinets restocked...fresh home baking aroma wafts from oven*...aaaahhhh now that's better! *...turns up radio...arranges flowers in vase....pours self fresh brewed coffee. Takes hot scone from oven...lightly butters and sits alone at kitchen window on a wet windy spring afternoon.*

Hey Silk,
Shall we start planning a Halloween party here at the guesthouse???

"wanders back in...golden leopard skin shoulder slung mini dress with ripped hem...bone tied in auburn hair...4" high stiletto thigh high boots, fingernails shiny metallic blue and large wooden club on shoulder"

Yep! sounds good to me, Indie :)

Whaddya reckon we go with a cave theme this year????? Deck the guesthouse out with rocks, swinging vines and sabre-toothed felines? Needless to say, music would be 'rock' based with as many songs with the word 'rock' in the lyrics - see DJ early for this plan.

Admission by Tarzan call for the men (to be recorded at door and played at suppertime break to the crowd for a laugh), and Pet Rock donation for the women...to be displayed on the bar counter (the rocks...not the women...hehehehe)

All the men can wear an optional loincloth if they're feeling brave enough...*LOL*...or if it's too cold...*wink*, a nice shaggy sheepskin to keep things warm. Mind you we can light up the brazier and patio gas heating! Lighting to be garden torches outside and dimmed indoor lighing inside with candles surrounded with rocks on all tables.

Hands and finger food only for supper...for example, tender baked spare-ribs in spicy plum sauce (eat with fingers....Mmmmmmm), chicken drumsticks, roast lamb knuckles - or if there's a big enough crowd coming...perhaps a nice spit roast! Good supply of serviettes required to clean faces and fingers!

Hors d'ouvers...to have a cave, dinosaur, rock style theme...perhaps nibbles prepared to resemble bugs and critters for a laugh?

Invitations written with a marker on flat light rocks...posted or delivered to mailboxes.

There y'go! :)

Where IS that Glockenspiel thread???!!!??? I actually recieved a postcard with one on the front of the card!! *lol*

takes up temporary residence in fionn's guest house... cuz I don't want to sell hooch for New years....
I just want to drink Champers with my friends! and Listen to good music....
and laugh!!!
and party a bit!!!

and it's a dang good thing his guest house is very near to Tir!! Only down the wee path into the woods a bit....

*arrives dressed to the nines* ... WOW! This place is 'happening'! (language gives my age away?).

Happy New Year, with joy, happiness and peace to all.

*stumbles up to the Guesthouse door in Exhaustion*.... The Holidays to it to me every year.... I need a place to hide out awhile... regroup...

*fumbles under the flower pots for a key... and sure'nuff.. under the tird one--there is it... lets herself quietly into the dusty guesthouse....and opens the windows to let in the fresh night air*

Hopes like heck Mighty Fionn won't mind her hiding out here for a bit....

*unpacks her hammock, and her book, and her Jamie 12 yr.... and stares up at the stars for a bit.... gosh, I've missed this place.....*

...after sipping on the Jaimie half the night... and singin' songs to the stars.... I have decided to turn the Stoli Vat into a an Irish Whiskey still.... mwhahahahahahaahah.... yes... I think it might just work..... (goes to dig in the basement for more copper tubing, and other likely parts....)

droppping you off an old copper cylinder and some piping..
Do yer magic Indi...

I will keep the gardai off your track.

mwhahahahah.... an ally, a cohort! *she begins to assemble the tubing and knocks a dent or two into the copper cylinder...everyone knows the dings and dents add charachter to the water of life......*

We're going to need barrels of booze.

The Tir has been put into the SL Destinations Guide.
It's raining avatars!!

Traffic of 3,671 in the past 24 hours.

Geez Acc! I guess! I was there the other day, and avvies kept popping in and out!....Now I know what is going on!

....tonight all quiet on the Tir front..*grins*....and I rather like it quieter... *grins*...

finishes banging and hammering the copper tubing to the Cylinder. There! The still is complete! (thanks Ularu--I'd still be out seeking parts if you hadn't helped me out!)....gathers the ingredients for the first batch of Indigo's Folly.... and toasts the grains with just a hint of peat.... but not much....and begins the alchmey....

rolls in a few wee barrels to start aging the whiskey in.... and lets the distillate fill the barrels.. rolls them into the corner to age and contents herself with a tall, cold pint and a book by the fire.... I know, I know... we'll have to wait a few years to age.... but you know how fast time goes in Tir.... *smiles*

Meanwhile in SL, we have a new illuminated tree.

And Silk has gone berserk with Paddy's Day stuff :)
Things happen slowly in Tir, and they happen early. They have to happen early, because of the slowness.

Ha! Check this out.
Map showing Tir in SL

I stuck a dirty great shamrock and a little Irish flag in the sky over the Tir in Second Life.

Now everyone will want at the Folly!!And it is simply not quite ready yet... Must protect the whiskey barrels.... *pulls out colleen's "basic flamethrower use" manual and re-reads the highlighted parts..... *lol*