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On the thirty-third of Triskadember, each year,
halfbakers
from all over the world gather to celebrate the year
that's
about to be (or was, if you've secretly managed to get
your
FTL, tinfoil, cat'n'toast-powered spaceship to work).
There'll be [jutta] and [blissmiss],
And [xandram]
and [po],
The lads, [bigsleep] and [xenzag],
And some we don't know.
And sitting, away from the girls, by the door,
Is a strange group of weirdos, across the dance floor.
[MikeD] and [MechE] and [21Q],
And [MaxwellBuchanan] and [shy Fries x 2],
And there, in the corner, with slippers and pipe,
Is dear old [8/7], having a bit of a gripe.
There's [bungston] and [Loris] and a [Toaster that Flies],
And [beanangel], who's yet to collect a few pies,
But no sign of [pertinax], [Rayford] or [lurch],
Who went instead to HB No Pants Church.
Comes there a time in the evening,
Betwixt cocktails and meal,
When there's spread quite a leavening,
Of things made of steel.
[Alterother], the welder, has been in his shed,
Working away, from designs in his head,
On fishbones and croissants, fashioned by hand,
From railway spikes, stolen, from each earthly land.
Then a quite sudden Hush! spreads,
Throughout the whole room,
[8th of 7] gets nervous, releases a fart,
That knocks out [4whom] and stops [Custardguts] heart,
A stately procession, with [jutta] in white,
Attended by [hippo] (MC for the night),
Makes its way to a lectern, fashioned from bread,
Atop a huge pile, of fishbones, smelly and dead.
So it begins, so they all get their due,
[rcarty], [theleopard] and [pocmloc] too,
And all those halfbakers who feel it's their right,
To pick up a gong on this night of nights,
We've thrown in a bone upon which you can chew.
So it is that the accolades, piscal and bun,
Are doled out to those present, 'mid laughter and fun,
For a [Midget, Akimbo], a bun off the floor,
And a sadly lost bimbo we'd all showed the door.
'Fore the dancing begins and then finally ends,
And each baker homeward, a weary way wends,
There's [calum] and [zen_tom] and even [markflynn],
And one [ytk] and young [nmrm],
And [Vernon], who's composing essays in his head,
And drinking a toast to 'bakers now dead.
And [19thly], [daseva], [AusCan], [remulac3],
It's a good night for them, and goodnight from me.
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I predict this idea will be very popular! |
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Someone... [blissmiss] I think, expressed surprise at
the Custard Ball idea not being this, so I put it up. |
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I was waiting for twenty minutes this afternoon, for
someone to come in and sign some documents, so I
put the time to "good" use. |
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Don't keep us in suspense. Did the warden sign your release or
not? |
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Strangely, [Ubie] seems to have invited me and
many others, but not himself. I suggest that, when
we arrive, we check the building for concealed
custard-based devices. It might also be prudent to
test the food and drink on [8th] before tucking in. |
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Everyone's at the party except |
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You know what they say [rcarty], any party you are actually invited to is not worth attending. |
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Oh, it's a snip. Which is all it would have taken to
prevent any of us. |
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someone methinks [xandram] suggested it!! ok[+] |
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Oops! Ah, I got you early in the piece. |
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That's okay, the real party's happening at the usual spot... |
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Yeah. {sniffs} We don't care. We're doing fine over here. ;-) |
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'Strange group of weirdos' pretty much covers us all. |
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I take inception of that. Oh and I love the
[UnaBubba], [xandram] collaboration. Well done,
Bubbs. |
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Yeehaw! - (being not found on yonder invitation list, begins plans for a memorable crashing-of-party) |
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You can be my escort. You're in. Unless you prefer
crashing. |
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[blissy], I was all set to go crashing - in fact, I was thinking a properly half-baked ball should have no invitees, crashers only - but I shall not pass up your offer. In fact, I'll shave and put on my tux, and everybody will think you're with Carl Sagan. |
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// By applying the formula: |
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Don't care, I got a whole verse of my own. Unashamed bun. |
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Sorry, [lurch], you seem to forget that Triskadember
33 is also the Feast of the Pretension, at The Church
of No Pants. |
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// test the food and drink on [8th] before tucking in. // |
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We will be delighted to test the comestibles on offer. We will bring a cat for that very purpose. |
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<gloats over list of common human foodstuffs known to be toxic to cats> |
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[8th]'s fundamental eructations are merely further
proof of his ability to safely consume practically
anything, after 30-odd years of loitering about
military installations and eating military food.
I wouldn't necessarily trust the fact he can eat
something without harm to mean you might safely
do likewise. |
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I imagine he enjoys eating vast quantities of
spotted dick and custard, for instance. |
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I was kind of wondering why he grouped you in with the
ladies. I figured there must have been something I missed,
but now I'm beginning to think it wasn't me... |
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MC Hippo is, in fact, my rapper name. |
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"The Hiphopappotamus" was taken. |
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Funny I thought there was a whole process for that,
with counseling, and medication and such. |
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Sure, if you want to do it the _long_ way. |
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You can do it with a couple of bricks, if you're REALLY
in a hurry. |
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I think Triskadember is coming soon...
(I see that UnaBubba updates his profile just about a
month ago.)!!Is he lurking? |
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Hey howzabout a booth at Maker Faire? |
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I'd just like to minute that the .5bCon 2017 in Tokyo was a complete success. |
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Attendance was 100% (me), a few ideas were mooted and voted on by 100% of the conventioneers (me) and then everyone who attended went home. |
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//everyone who attended went home |
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i know...keep it under your hat.. |
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