Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

“Wait.” House says. “What are you doing?” Damon continues erasing. “No change House. Change house. Move door.” “So.” “No move door. Moving door closes bridge. Moving door is bad.” Damon says as he finishes cleaning off the white board. “This is eloquent?” House asks looking at Mural Man. “No one can stop me from changing my appearance when I want to.” “Duuude...what Damon is trying to say is that if you change yourself, you'll have to close the bridge during construction. We don't know when anyone is coming back. We need to wait and keep things open man.” Ray says. “First of all.” House says. “I'm not a man. I'm me. I'm the house. If I don't do this now I'll never get a makeover. Do you have any idea how full this place is getting? I feel bloated. All the time . I need to update my looks regularly. I'm independent. When you're independent and a big deal you have to keep upg

   Writer Lady   stands in front of the other bubble and studies it.   Finding what looks like the same spot Monitor Man has she places her hand on the bubble’s outside.   The bubble warms and begins to glow.   Monitor Man looks over and studies her progress.   “Only use a little pressure.”   She adjusts the pressure that she is using.   “A little less…a little less… be gentle.”   He says.   He watches as she adjusts pressure.   “Do you have any concept of how to use a soft touch?”   “Um…yeah?”   Writer Lady eases up a little.   “You need to ease up.”     “I just did.”   “Ease up a bit more.” Writer Lady looks at Monitor Man.    “It doesn’t like me.”   She says.   “Don’t be silly just ease up.”   Monitor Man eases into his bubble even more.   “Relax.” Writer Lady wiggles around a bit in an effort to look relaxed.   When the bubble begins to respond she does begin to relax.   “Keep relaxing.”   Monitor Man encourages.   “That’s good.   Step forward.”   The bub

“Thank you Damon.” Diomedes says, accepting the letter. It is wrapped in a heavy parchment envelope and has been secured with a wax seal. The seal pulsates with a strange pink glow. Dylan climbs up on to the couch to get a closer look. “It's glowing,” the tow haired boy says. Peter and Paige make their way to Diomedes' other side to inspect it. Furnatche runs over to Diomedes and whimpers until someone picks him up. The baby dragon sniffs at the envelope intensely and begins to purr. His fur begins to glow in the same pattern as the wax seal. “I didn't know that you could do that.” Dylan says reaching out to pet Furnatche. “He is a magical creature. He is simply recognizing the power of other magical creatures.” The seven foot dragon says. “He doesn't glow for you.” The four year-old points out. Diomedes smiles gently. “The magic of Faerie travels along a wide range of wavelengths. Clearly, I am from a different part of F

“Duuuude...what are you doing in the bathroom?” Ray asks. He turns and looks at the sea of faces watching him curiously. He smiles. Ray turns back to the bathroom and enters. His voice fades as he says, “Long time no see man,” and closes the door behind him. He emerges minutes later with Damon following close behind. The demon has toilet paper hanging off of both horns and his mouth is coated in mauve lipstick. He is dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that reads “Visit Faerie. Enchantment Awaits.” Damon follows Ray into the living room eagerly, smiling as he looks around at all of the familiar faces. His eyes stop. His smile disappears. The demon walks straight to Diomedes and hands him an envelope. Writer Lady and Monitor Man keep low. They make their way through the rain forest using every caution. After verifying that they have lost their pursuers, the two find their way to the bubble landing site. Hiding behind...what else? Trees, th

Getting no response Monitor Man continues, “Monitor Man, it's so wonderful to see you! Pie?” He asks, mimicking Writer Lady. He looks down at an imaginary pie that he is holding. “That looks amazing. I don't mind if I do.” He says. He lowers his head to eat only to have it redirected by Writer Lady as she gives him privy to her view. “What the...” He says as a pair of giant bubbles zooms by their heads. “What are those things?” “Bubbles.” Writer Lady says. “Flying bubbles.” “Something is inside.” “I think that it might be...” Writer Lady pauses as they watch the bubbles that had just flown past their heads lower to the ground. “...some form of transportation.” “In this mess?” Monitor Man asks. “Yes.” Monitor Man studies Writer Lady looking for more information. “Haven't you noticed that the rain is not as heavy now?” Writer Lady points skyward. “The vegetation is so thick that we aren't getting drenched like we were when we were

Carp reaches out and touches the antelope's offered hoof.  Hey it's a hoof.  The closest you can get to a hand shake is a fist bump.  You think that I make this stuff up as I go along?  So, Carp reaches out and touches the antelope's offered hoof.  “Carp.”  He says introducing himself. “The writer with the bows and arrows.” “With terrible aim.”  Tinkletoes says, bumping his fist against Black Buck's hoof. “Tinkletoes.”  He says introducing himself. “The Great Ninja-Zombie Slayer.” “And the next President of the United States.”   The self-proclaimed mercenary adds. “Yes of course.”  Black Buck agrees. “How is your campaign going sir?” “Well...um..things have been better.   My VP disappeared on me.” “Monitor Man?  That's not good.” Carp watches Tinkletoes and Black Buck as they talk.   “How did you know about us?”   Carp asks looking at the antelope. Black shifts his gaze to Carp and smiles.  “TP visits quite frequently to sh

  “Maybe if I walk backwards.”   Carp says turning around to face the road already traveled. “What are you doing?”  Tinkletoes asks. “The cat and the lioness came from behind.  What if there's more and it's on its way?” “Okay.”  Tinkletoes says continuing his hike.   The self-proclaimed mercenary sees something ahead, processes what he sees and smiles.   “The interesting stuff is in front of you.” Carp turns around, there is a sharp intake of breath.  The assassin in training stops and stares.  “It's an antelope, blocking the road.”  Carp says looking at Tinkletoes.   “And he's meditating.” Spots Wash watches the space recently abandoned by their target's unknown ally.   The sound of their footsteps grow fainter and disappear into the darkened trees. “Should we split up?”   He asks. “No.”  Smudge Mal says. “We follow Monitor Man.” “What about the other guy?” “We stick to the mission.”

“Where's Writer Lady?”   Tinkletoes asks. “You're not going?”  Dylan asks looking up at Tinkletoes. “Now way man.”  Ray says. “This is so typical.”  House groans. “They're her cats.”  Tinkletoes says. “Dobby's your friend.”  House points out. “I'm going.”   Tinkletoes says.  “She should be there.” “I think we should go.”  Carp says. Tinkletoes looks at Carp.   “You just want to go so you can see stuff.” “It is Faerie.”   Carp says.  “We have survival skills.” “I have survival skills.”  Tinkletoes counters.   “You have camping skills.” “Whatever.  Let's go.” “And Writer Lady?” “Everyone else can look for her while we're gone.”  Carp says looking around the room.  There are nods of agreement. “I'm the cat.”  Ray says grinning.  “Dudes...she likes cats.” Carp makes a confused face and thinks about making an effort to catch the train of thought as it travels through Ray's head. “No.”   Tinkle