tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post7386200904971343003..comments2024-03-18T03:40:39.185-04:00Comments on The Curious Jew: Rigmarole!Chanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17655144434904957767noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-67214540017294903902007-11-13T02:25:00.000-05:002007-11-13T02:25:00.000-05:00Fausto, Asdrubal... ROTFL!!!And I'm a big fan of t...Fausto, Asdrubal... ROTFL!!!<BR/><BR/>And I'm a big fan of the triangle. :)Ezziehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12494592434522239195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-42474661808921313552007-11-08T13:17:00.000-05:002007-11-08T13:17:00.000-05:00And then Taz wondered why on earth everyone else r...And then Taz wondered why on earth everyone else realized they couldn't magically transform while he was still trapped as a slug. Still, being a slug was pretty cool, so he didn't object. Until he got squashed. No more Taz.<BR/><BR/>That is, no more Taz until he returned as a ghost. Unfortunately, he was a slug ghost, so he didn't scare anyone.The Rashbloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08417387457516475229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-34299115025917102182007-11-06T21:02:00.000-05:002007-11-06T21:02:00.000-05:00lightman- nice to have a fan:Plightman- nice to have a fan:PMadd Hatterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15019102671320169820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-35530536175498793862007-11-06T14:49:00.000-05:002007-11-06T14:49:00.000-05:00"Hey, what happened to my bagpipes?" wondered ligh...<I>"Hey, what happened to my bagpipes?" wondered lightman, "and i was just getting the hang of them too." "Thank G-d!" exclaimed golden haired girl, "one more minute of that noise and i would have gotten rid of those things myself. besides, now you'll have more time to practice on your triangle."...</I><BR/><BR/>Bagpipes, triangle...I'm cracking up here :-D<BR/><BR/>Nicely done :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-44943392583392251442007-11-06T00:10:00.000-05:002007-11-06T00:10:00.000-05:00In my defense, it was the funniest instrument i co...In my defense, it was the funniest instrument i could think of on the spot:P<BR/><BR/>..."Couldn't you think of a faster word," whined Taz, "It's bad enough being turned into a slug without having to wait until you finally figure out how to pronounce antidisestablish-whatever." And then, just like that, all the characters in the story realized that they really couldn't turn themselves or other people into things like butterflies and slugs and as soon as they did, they all returned back to their (relatively)normal shapes and sizes.<BR/><BR/>"Hey, what happened to my bagpipes?" wondered lightman, "and i was just getting the hang of them too." "Thank G-d!" exclaimed golden haired girl, "one more minute of that noise and i would have gotten rid of those things myself. besides, now you'll have more time to practice on your triangle."...<BR/><BR/>meanwhile, Taz had sludged out of his cell while still in his slug-like state. "I'm glad to see you looking more like yourself," said mufffins to Taz, "but we still have to figure out a way to get out of here."...Madd Hatterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15019102671320169820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-21596766780749172352007-11-05T22:25:00.000-05:002007-11-05T22:25:00.000-05:00(Er...I think I'm a little confused, but I'll just...(Er...I think I'm a <I>little</I> confused, but I'll just go with it)<BR/><BR/>In the middle of incurring his wrath against those who would dare doubt him, Muffins disappeared with a sudden pop! and reappeared in Taz's cell.<BR/><BR/>"What the...?" he asked, looking wildly around. "What the heck just happened?"<BR/><BR/>"Um...I <I>think</I> I just summoned you here," said Taz. Muffins was very annoyed. <BR/><BR/>"You think you can just summon people whenever you want?" he challenged. "I'll show you what happens when you yank me around from place to place!"<BR/><BR/>Muffins snapped his fingers and turned Taz into a slimy slug quicker than he could say "antidisestablishmentarianism."Erachethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-23485389270405941052007-11-05T20:20:00.000-05:002007-11-05T20:20:00.000-05:00M&M,Haven't got the faintest clue who you are. Lig...M&M,<BR/><BR/>Haven't got the faintest clue who you are. Lightman, it makes me crack up, too. I'm trying to picture the Scottish kilt and affect and it's just not working for me, you know what I mean?Chanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17655144434904957767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-72460122552333386402007-11-05T20:11:00.000-05:002007-11-05T20:11:00.000-05:00I find it hilarious that I've been 'assigned' to p...I find it hilarious that I've been 'assigned' to play the bagpipes :-D<BR/><BR/>.והמבין יביןAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-39891266129674151692007-11-05T16:57:00.000-05:002007-11-05T16:57:00.000-05:00You rang?You rang?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-83527015374747599182007-11-05T16:56:00.000-05:002007-11-05T16:56:00.000-05:00...fight fire w/ fire, and so he called upon those......fight fire w/ fire, and so he called upon those powers most feared in up-state NY to summon the one person who could free him from his shackles. Yes, be afraid, be very afraid for what lurks is more dangerous then anything before comprehended by those in the land of winding roads and no street lights. The wonder from down-under was about to bring down the might and fury of, that's right, biting humor and sarcastic wit.Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08512231582715592098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-71900443207937898962007-11-05T15:41:00.000-05:002007-11-05T15:41:00.000-05:00And then, somewhat out of nowhere, Taz decided he ...And then, somewhat out of nowhere, Taz decided he had enough of this place. He clicked his heels together (wondering why no one else had done the same) and said "There's no place like Monsey!" And just like that, Taz was in a much more terrible place than he had been in before. "Crap."<BR/><BR/>Meanwhile, Lightman decided he should follow Taz's lead and get the hell out of there, but he was kind enough to tell the others before he abandoned them. And so, following Lightman, they all went back to Cardozo, figuring that if Taz was going to be a loser and keep getting lost, they may as well just leave him behind, and let him find his own way back. Unfortunately for them, the return to normalcy did not bring Muffins (with an s or not?) back to his normal self, and so he was still secretly evil.<BR/><BR/>Meanwhile, in Monsey, Taz was captured by the natives because he was wearing jeans. They tied him up (and so, he could not click his heels again), and left him in a room by himself while they decided what to do with him. Alone and scared, Taz realized there was only one thing to do...The Rashbloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08417387457516475229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-36524021733094485962007-11-05T12:43:00.000-05:002007-11-05T12:43:00.000-05:00You see,My daddy left home when I was three And he...You see,<BR/>My daddy left home when I was three <BR/>And he didn't leave much to ma and me <BR/>Just some old recipes and half a box of cookies. <BR/>Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid <BR/>But the meanest thing that he ever did <BR/>Was before he left, he went and named me "Muffins." <BR/><BR/>Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke <BR/>And it got a lot of laughs from a' lot of folks, <BR/>It seems I had to fight my whole life through. <BR/>Some teacher would smile and I'd get red <BR/>Or some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head, <BR/>I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Muffins." <BR/><BR/>Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, <BR/>My tongue got sharp and my wits got keen, <BR/>I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame. <BR/>But I made a vow to the moon and stars <BR/>That I'd look through the streets and hunt all bars <BR/>And belittle that man who gave me this awful name. <BR/><BR/>Well, it was Cleveland back in ‘99 <BR/>I was eatin’ and jokin’ w/ some buddies of mine, <BR/>When a guy who looked kind of familiar walked into the place<BR/><BR/>Well, I knew that guy was my own sweet dad <BR/>From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had, <BR/>And besides, he was caked in flour from head to toe. <BR/>He was big and bent and gray and old, <BR/>And I looked at him and my blood ran cold <BR/>And I said: “Shalom on you, how do you do<BR/>My name is Muffins!”<BR/><BR/>Well, I hit him hard with a piece of pie <BR/>And he went down, but to my surprise, <BR/>He come up with a danish and chased me all over the place. <BR/>I raked some week old chalah right across his teeth <BR/>And we crashed through the wall and into the street <BR/>Kicking and a' gouging in the snow and the sugar in fear. <BR/><BR/>I tell ya, I've fought tougher men <BR/>But I really can't remember when, <BR/>Then he stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile. <BR/><BR/>And he said: "Son, this world is rough <BR/>And if a man's gonna make it, then he's gotta be tough <BR/>And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along. <BR/>So I give ya that name and I said goodbye <BR/>I knew you'd have to get tough or die <BR/>And it's the name that helped to make you strong." <BR/><BR/>He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight <BR/>And I know you hate me, and you got the right <BR/>And I wouldn't blame you if you do. <BR/>But ya ought to thank me, before ya say goodbye, <BR/>For the fire in your words that make people cry <BR/>Cause I'm the &*%#@ that went and named you "Muffins.'" <BR/><BR/>I said “At least I LOOK like Ma and not likeYou”<BR/>And I came away with a different point of view. <BR/>And I think about him, every now and then, <BR/>Every time I try, every debate I win, <BR/>And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him <BR/>Fausto or Asdrubel ! Anything but Muffins!Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08512231582715592098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-33565295931644062022007-11-05T12:42:00.000-05:002007-11-05T12:42:00.000-05:00HEY! Were you just gonna leave me? After all I do...HEY! Were you just gonna leave me? After all I done to get y'all past that poor excuse for a sphinx? I don't need this, I've been through alot in my life. I don't und...Lightman I swear if you play one more note out of those pipes I'm gonna familiarize you w/ the business end of a hagis; Dragon, go rain on his St. Patty's day parade.<BR/><BR/>As I was saying, life aint been easy for the likes of me:Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08512231582715592098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-14092965125167215592007-11-05T12:00:00.000-05:002007-11-05T12:00:00.000-05:00THAT'S RIGHT!!!Try and write me out of the story, ...THAT'S RIGHT!!!<BR/><BR/>Try and write me out of the story, huh...want to shrink me down and feed me to a bird!! Well, I don't think so!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-18573442802475969222007-11-05T11:58:00.000-05:002007-11-05T11:58:00.000-05:00..were the Muffin Man was partaking of the nectar .....were the Muffin Man was partaking of the nectar that would return him to his previous form. However, those who had known him to this point as the "highly intelligent" Muffins were about to be introduced to the new Muffin Man, the wicked debating, tongue destroying, sarcastic version. Yes, the real fun was just about to begin for those travelers who walked on.Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08512231582715592098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-41243335293446428072007-11-05T11:42:00.000-05:002007-11-05T11:42:00.000-05:00"Blueberry or raspberry?"**sigh** more labels"Blueberry or raspberry?"<BR/><BR/>**sigh** more labelsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-4339734191447689302007-11-04T23:12:00.000-05:002007-11-04T23:12:00.000-05:00"Yum," said the sparrow in complete satisfaction. ..."Yum," said the sparrow in complete satisfaction. After licking it's lips and whipping out a monogrammed hankie to wipe his mouth with(he was a well-brought up sparrow), he returned his attention to the tiny figure before him. "And who might you be?" he asked rather haughtily. "The name's Muffin," Muffin smoothly replied, "and i'm afraid you've just gone and had my mode of transportation for lunch." "So very sorry, my good man," apologized the sparrow, "but one must pay attention to one's natural instincts or where will one be?" "I know i would be on my way outa here," huffed Muffin, "I'll never catch up with the guys now." "Oh, are you connected with those ruffians," exclaimed the sparrow, "why, they very nearly disturbed my cravat just now when passing by. You don't mean you associate with the likes of them?" "I used to be like them until I ate something that didn't quite agree with me," said Muffin, "and i sure wish there was some method of regaining my previous physical porportions." "Oh, is that all? cheer up, then. Try some of this poppy seed here. Both sides will make you go higher," said the sparrow, "And when you're finished enjoying yourself, I'll take you to the birdbath of inches where you can drink the waters and grow tall again." Not one to pass up a chance to elevate his mind, Muffin picked up the seed and proceeded to reach new heights...<BR/><BR/>...meanwhile, the rest of the crew was just beginning to realize they were one crew member less. "where did Muffins go?" asked The Lady Dragon while doing a little jig under the raincloud that always followed her around. "come to think of it," said Lightman taking a break from his bagpipes, "I haven't seen him since we shook off that jellybot." "I feel a very interesting vibe coming from below us," broke in Colorseer. "It's both happy and anxious," he continued, "and underneath it all, I sense...Muffins!" "where?" the group asked wildy looking around. "Directly below us," said colorseer looking down...Madd Hatterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15019102671320169820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-79446727098590666742007-11-04T19:36:00.000-05:002007-11-04T19:36:00.000-05:00when a little sparrow came and ate the inchworm, t...when a little sparrow came and ate the inchworm, then looking curiously at its rider!Looking Forwardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04876831969877780546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-57776028460072599752007-11-04T18:55:00.000-05:002007-11-04T18:55:00.000-05:00...transformed into a person three inches high. Ho......transformed into a person three inches high. How did this happen, you may ask? Well, the asparagus field they had all been walking through was really magic asparagus. Muffin, who had been getting rather hungry (especially after the ordeal with the sphinx) decided he just <I>had</I> to eat something and ripped up a handful of the asparagus. As soon as he had eaten the handful, however, he began to shrink. He shrunk so fast that he didn't even have time to yell out and catch anyone's attention. The world swirled and whirled around him and, when everything settled again, the asparagus was three times his height.<BR/><BR/>"Oh, great," he muttered, standing knee deep in mud. He tried to run after his friends, who were not walking particularly quickly but whose legs were able to take much, much longer strides than Muffin's, but it was to no avail. He kept falling over in the mud.<BR/><BR/>Trying not to panic, he searched around him, trying to find a better path for walking. <BR/><BR/>"Hum de dum dum dum," sang a voice. "Hum dedili dum dum--hey! What kind of bug are <I>you</I>?"<BR/><BR/>Muffins whirled around and came face to face with a bright green inchworm. <BR/><BR/>"I'm not a bug," he explained. "I'm a person."<BR/><BR/>"A <I>person</I>?" the inchworm exclaimed, highly skeptical. "I've never seen a person of <I>your</I> size. What on earth do you mean by it?"<BR/><BR/>"Mean by it?" Muffins repeated, furrowing his brow. "I don't mean anything by it. It isn't <I>my</I> fault I'm this way. I just ate some of the asparagus and began to shrink! But if you help me reach my friends, they might be able to help."<BR/><BR/>The inchworm thought this over.<BR/><BR/>"I suppose I could help you," he said finally. "I haven't anything much better to do besides inch around nibbling at leaves and occasionally sleeping. My name is Inchibald, by the way, but you can call me Rex. That's short for Inchibald Rex, distant cousin of Edible Rex, who I'm sure you've heard of. Ate his father and mated with his mother? Yeah...but then he got eaten, too. I guess that goes along with having a name like Edible." Rex shrugged and then flashed Muffin's a grin. Muffins, meanwhile, was staring at Rex as though he were some sort of crazy thing. Muffins seemed to have forgotten about the fact that most people would have been staring at <I>him</I> as though he was crazy at this point, too.<BR/><BR/>"Well, what are you waiting for?" Rex said, impatient. "Hop on!"<BR/><BR/>Still speechless, Muffins did so and Rex began to inch.<BR/><BR/>It is a very odd thing, riding atop an inchworm. Every time he inched forward, Muffins rose an inch in the air. Every time he straightened out, Muffins came down again. It was almost like a merry-go-round ride, only slightly more nauseating. <BR/><BR/>Would this mode of transportation be quick enough for Muffins to catch up with his friends?Erachethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-19989268762101967842007-11-04T18:30:00.000-05:002007-11-04T18:30:00.000-05:00and then suddenly muffin was gone!where to they di...and then suddenly muffin was gone!<BR/><BR/>where to they did not know only that muffin was...<BR/><BR/><I>(sorry, I can't write stories, but I can make them more complicated!)</I>Looking Forwardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04876831969877780546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-46890104965208057342007-11-04T15:18:00.000-05:002007-11-04T15:18:00.000-05:00y- no fair! you got rid of Foto! still you do seem...y- no fair! you got rid of Foto! still you do seem to actually know who the characters are so I guess I'll have to let it pass, but he was so cute! I was going to make him squeak in the next installment:)Madd Hatterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15019102671320169820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-78518971841453027672007-11-04T10:03:00.000-05:002007-11-04T10:03:00.000-05:00You guys are all wacky on the junk.You guys are all wacky on the junk.haKiruvhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12364180049796549383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-87195003943051427132007-11-04T02:20:00.000-05:002007-11-04T02:20:00.000-05:00"His eyes were met with a vision unlike any he had...<I>"His eyes were met with a vision unlike any he had seen until then..."</I><BR/><BR/>It was a butterfly. The largest butterfly Taz had ever seen. And it was heading straight towards him.<BR/><BR/>Taz turned around and began to run back. Unfortunately, as always happens with protagonists in similar situations, he tripped over a conveniently placed rock and landed hard on his face. With horror, he realized he was being lifted from his feet into the air. The butterfly held him in its long, lethal-looking tentacles, smacking its lips ominously.<BR/> <BR/>Under other circumstances, Taz would have found it odd that a butterfly had lips and tentacles, but this was an irregular situation. And he was desperate.<BR/><BR/>So he did the first thing that came to his mind.<BR/><BR/>"Would you like a piece of chocolate?"<BR/><BR/>"No," replied the butterfly.<BR/><BR/>"Oh, you can talk," replied Taz. "Why was this not unexpected?"<BR/><BR/>"I'm the one who asks the questions around here," said the butterfly rather menacingly.<BR/><BR/>"Well, ask away then. It's not like I'm in any position to argue. As long as your strength holds up, anyway."<BR/><BR/>"I've been warned you were a smart ass. Now listen up. I come bearing a message"<BR/><BR/>"Oh goody, from who?"<BR/><BR/>"From a friend of yours."<BR/><BR/>"I don't have any friends"<BR/><BR/>"You're two hours in this place and you've already gone emo? Jeez, what's with you teenagers? Anyway, it is from someone purporting to be your friend, so listen closely:<BR/><BR/><I>"What is red in nature, after the end of time and before the beginning of God, but is raised?"</I><BR/><BR/>"What the hell does that mean?" sputtered Taz.<BR/><BR/>"Beats me, dude. I just carry the messages around here."<BR/><BR/>"Red in nature...after end of time...before beginning of God...but is raised? I'm so confuzzled."<BR/><BR/>"Oh, to hell with it."<BR/><BR/>Taz looked up and gasped. The butterfly was shaking. Its grip slackened, letting Taz fall to the ground. The butterfly then became engulfed in a cloud of flame, twitching and writhing every which way. Then came the conventional 'BOOM'. <BR/><BR/>He looked up, uninjured but shaken, and bellowed, "SORCERESS!!"<BR/><BR/>"Oh well, you know Lightman's sense of humor. He suggested it," replied Sorceress, dusting her clothes from the dirt.<BR/><BR/>"Oh, and he also mentioned something about the scale of E minor being the greatest thing in the world, but at that point I wasn't listening. You know how he becomes excited when he gets into that music stuff of his..."<BR/><BR/>"You're telling me," Taz rolled his eyes.<BR/><BR/>The two began walking.<BR/><BR/>"How did you find me, anyway?" he asked.<BR/><BR/>"Oh, you don't even want to know where the others are and how I managed to escape," she replied.<BR/><BR/>"Why are you starting every sentence with 'Oh'?" frowned Taz.<BR/><BR/>"Oh, sorry about that. In any case, this is how it all happened..."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-36664253614576708802007-11-04T00:08:00.000-04:002007-11-04T00:08:00.000-04:00The sphinx sighed luxuriously and folded her arms....The sphinx sighed luxuriously and folded her arms. She looked down her nose at the anxious little crowd waiting by her paws.<BR/><BR/>"What is black and white and read all over?" she inquired.<BR/><BR/>"That's easy," dismissed Colorseer. "A used copy of the New York Times."<BR/><BR/>"WRONG!" boomed the sphinx. "A used copy of the Wall Street Journal. I demand exact answers, and I don't appreciate flippancy, so you better watch it next time."<BR/><BR/>The group huddled together and promised the sphinx not to insult her again. The sphinx sighed deeply. "Oh, forget it. You are all so boring that I think it's not even worth it to ask you any more riddles. You may proceed."<BR/><BR/>Hardly daring to believe their good fortune, the group darted forward before the sphinx could change her mind. The Vindictive Little Pixie started to sneeze violently. "Are you okay?" asked the Golden Haired Girl worriedly.<BR/><BR/>"Yeah" sneeze "I think I'm allergic to something" sneeze "which is weird, since I'm really only allergic to" sneeze "metallic robots with jelly on the inside," said Pixie.<BR/><BR/>"Metallic robots? With jelly on the inside?" said Muffins slowly.<BR/><BR/>"Yeah," replied Pixie cautiously. "Does that mean . . ."<BR/><BR/>"INVASION OF THE METALLIC JELLY ROBOTS!" they all screamed. For the moment, their rescue mission to find Taz was abandoned as all began running crazily through the asparagus field.the applehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970718.post-92060917890161925962007-11-03T23:55:00.000-04:002007-11-03T23:55:00.000-04:00Sorry. Ignore that last comment to Erachet. Don't ...Sorry. Ignore that last comment to Erachet. Don't know why i thought she wrote the first installment, but in my defense, 11:20 is pretty late for me:)Madd Hatterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15019102671320169820noreply@blogger.com