Harv and Vera's Adventures in Panama - Page 8

zelda_pinwheel · 11-14-2008, 12:31 PM

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Originally Posted by Taylor514ce

Oh yes: Giant Squid. Or, since all Harv/Vera stories must include not only squid, but pies, then perhaps we can expect to see octopi as the story unfolds.

dear god, my queendom for a groaning smiley.

Taylor514ce · 11-14-2008, 12:34 PM

You work stuff in as you can. My space opera (consisting of a single opening paragraph) featured the utility craft Kala Mari.

vivaldirules · 11-14-2008, 12:35 PM

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Originally Posted by Taylor514ce

Oh yes: Giant Squid. Or, since all Harv/Vera stories must include not only squid, but pies, then perhaps we can expect to see octopi as the story unfolds.

You are so bad (good).

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Originally Posted by Taylor514ce

In totally unrelated news, due to an unfortunate occurrence, I hereby redefine/mozzle "nanosecond" as the interval between realizing your ipod nano is about to drop into the toilet and reaching out to grab it, and it actually doing so as your hand grasps empty space.

Let's hope this has never happened to anyone. I mean, it didn't, did it?

zelda_pinwheel · 11-14-2008, 12:43 PM

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Originally Posted by Taylor514ce

In totally unrelated news, due to an unfortunate occurrence, I hereby redefine/mozzle "nanosecond" as the interval between realizing your ipod nano is about to drop into the toilet and reaching out to grab it, and it actually doing so as your hand grasps empty space.

ouch.

sorry about that. if it helps at all, might i offer this humble url : deezer.com.

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Originally Posted by vivaldirules

Let's hope this has never happened to anyone. I mean, it didn't, did it?

a friend of mine dropped his cell phone into the chemical toilets of a train. this was about 10 or 12 years ago, when cell phones first appeared, and were by no means common... or cheap. it had been given him specially to use while travelling around (he was a musician and producer and travelled a lot to see new bands / tour, and he was also part of the team that was launching a new live music venue (on a lighthouse boat), so people needed to keep in touch with him). it's served as a lesson to me though, in fact i'm quite paranoid about not dropping anything into a toilet. it helps that i rarely wear shirts with pockets on the chest.

GeoffC · 11-14-2008, 01:29 PM

a shirt with pockets on the chest ..........

pshrynk · 11-14-2008, 02:08 PM

They were flying at cruising speed, now. Vivaldi had his head hanging out the window.

"How do you do that?"

"What?"

"Hang your head out when we're doing one hundred knots."

"I dunno. How do I talk? Ask the writer, he's the one making this stuff up."

"See anything?"

"Yeah. There's the fish now."

"Look, I'm not going to do a whole 'Who's on First' routine with you about the double meaning of 'fish.' Do you mean, there is the submarine we are looking for, which I am calling 'fish' or do you mean there is the great, wide ocean, full of fish, which I am saying I see in hopes that you will fall for it and we can get into a hilarious argument?"

Vivaldi looked down at his paws. "The latter," he mumbled.

"Let me know when you see the submarine, which for sake of argument I will allow us to refer to as "the" fish."

Grumble grumble grumble. "Check."

A short time later, Vivaldi started yapping excitedly. "There it is!"

Harv looked out his side window and saw the submarine. Vivaldi was singing some nonsense song about fish. He circled around the boat. There was activity on deck.

"Ah, Mr Wallbanger! Excellent piloting! Now, this one is very important. We have no way of communicating with the submarine, since they are under strict radio silence.

"You must do exactly as I say. They will now set off two smoke trails. You must land nearest the proper one, or they will fire upon us. Ah. They have released the smoke. You may now land."

Harv looked at the submarine. Smoke trailed from each end. "Which one?" he asked.

"The blue one, next to the fish, will do."

badgoodDeb · 11-14-2008, 02:20 PM

:rimshotsmilie: !!

ahh, here it is

zelda_pinwheel · 11-14-2008, 02:21 PM

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Originally Posted by pshrynk

"Look, I'm not going to do a whole 'Who's on First' routine with you about the double meaning of 'fish.'"

aw !! that would have been hilarious !!!

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"You must do exactly as I say. They will now set off two smoke trails. you must land nearest the proper one, or they will fire upon us. Ah. they have released the smoke. You may now land."

Harv looked at the submarine. Smoke trailed from each end. "Which one?" he asked.

"The blue one, next to the fish, will do."

and, in the category of "premeditation", the joke set up farthest in advance, ladies and gentlemen, we give you The Blue Smoke next to the Submarine !!!!

:standing ovation:

:thecrowdgoeswild:

pshrynk · 11-14-2008, 02:28 PM

Author's note: I'm going to start running out of tropes before too long. If you have an oldie but goodie you'd like to have me work in, PM me.

pshrynk · 11-14-2008, 04:11 PM

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Originally Posted by DixieGal

Oh, if only someone had called that number when the port-a-potty was occupied!

OK, WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED? I only just found this thread and spent the whole afternoon catching up. Who do I have to meld with to get on the alert list?

I only learned about it last week or so.

badgoodDeb · 11-14-2008, 04:41 PM

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Originally Posted by pshrynk

I only learned about it last week or so.

Yeah, me too. It was dormant for a long while (I think I had read it way back then) but WHOOOO would have guessed a thread with this topic would turn into a far more interesting thread, that I needed to follow???

DixieGal · 11-14-2008, 04:54 PM

I would like to play, but can't think of a single line to add. "... The blue one, next to the fish" sort of gave me writer's block, or at least some form of blockage. (Note to self: Eat more fiber when reading this thread.)

Oh! I have a BM (Brain Movement) .....

Meanwhile, back at the RAF base, Biggles was picking through the office fridge, peeking into brown paper bags, trying to defenestrate whose lunch to appropriate. Snortington's bag contained yogurt and a banana, not a very manly lunch at all. Biggles made a note to ask and tell. Saltenham's bag contained a rugged sandwich of bear meat on whole wheat, a thermos of dirty creek water, and a big slice of Mom's apple pie. Biggles made a note to recommend Saltenham for a commendation.

"That's the sort of rough and ready man we need in this man's air force," he harumphed to himself.

Wandering back to his office in order to eat Saltenham's lunch in privacy whilst he surfed the net to find out what happened on Desperate Housewives last evening, he happened to glance over a cubicle wall at Mrs. Myatake's work station.

"Ingrid, he said, "My dear, why are you crying?"

"Ah, mein Capitan," she said germanically, "My husband is missing. I fear he is in trouble."

"Whatever do you mean? What sort of trouble?"

"Some of his former colleagues from the Japanese mafia located him and he went to speak with them. I haven't heard from him in three days now," she sobbed weepily.

"Hmmm. How did we pass someone with her husband's background through our pre-employment security check?", he wondered administratively, while secretly craving the purloined lunch he still held in his hand and trying to figure a way to get out of this conversation without committing himself to any sort of decision.

"Er, uh, Ingrid dear, dry your eyes. You take a long lunch, and when you get back, type all of this up and email it to me," he improvised impromptuishly.

"Oh thank you, mein Capitan!," she germanically and manically jumped for joy and shouted as she grabbed Biggles around the shoulders and hugged him repeatedly, then hurried out the door to eat her squid puff and pear tart lunch in the employee breakroom, which had much better digital music than the executive breakroom, which only had one lousy house band that played only covers of Alanis Morrissette songs.

"Finally I can eat my, er uh, Saltenham's lunch," Biggles biggled to himself.

pshrynk · 11-14-2008, 04:56 PM

Harv brought the Goose in slowly, feathering back the props. It landed gracefully. Well, as gracefully as three tons of what is bascially an aluminum boat welded to an airplane can be. He taxied up to the submarine, which ironically was named Bluefish in Japanese. Thankfully, the ocean was calm, so there was little difficulty in mooring the plane to the deck.

Myatake stuck his head through the door. "You two stay here. We will take on the cargo andthen leave."

They listened as various thumps gave evidence to a weighty load being placed in the cargo hold.

"So, do you think the White Sox have a chance at the Series, this year?" asked Vivaldi.

Vera had had an unpleasant ride. First there was the unconscius form of Fujimora, who slowly came back to life. His moaning and complaining had been unbearable. Then, the squid was rather awful. It had crept out of Myatake's pocket and had made it half way up the bulkhead to the window before being retrieved and placed in a bucket of water. Now, it just glared at her over the rim with a look that said, "I really object to being treated like an object, you know. Even squid have feelings. If you had any compassion at all, you would have helped me jump out the window when I was making my bid for freedom. I could be halfway home, by now.*"

Vera felt vaguely guilty.

But worst of all had been the rustling coming from the emergency kit. The lid had snapped open at one point and she swore that a pair of comfy looking wool socks had scurried out. She'd have screamed, but the one sock without the safety pin had implored her with a look not to. She was beginning to doubt the sanity of a person who could read the expression of a wool sock.

badgoodDeb · 11-14-2008, 05:00 PM

[ She was beginning to doubt the sanity of a person who could read the expression of a wool sock. ]

Or could write a story about one. But don't mind me --- carry on, carry on!

nekokami · 11-14-2008, 05:39 PM

Oh, for the love of Cthulhu, will someone PLEASE help that poor squid escape becoming ika sashimi???

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11-14-2008, 12:34 PM	#107
Taylor514ce Actively passive. Posts: 2,042 Karma: 478376 Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: US Device: Sony PRS-505/LC	You work stuff in as you can. My space opera (consisting of a single opening paragraph) featured the utility craft Kala Mari.

11-14-2008, 01:29 PM	#110
GeoffC Chocolate Grasshopper ... Posts: 27,599 Karma: 20821184 Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: Scotland Device: Muse HD , Cybook Gen3 , Pocketbook 302 (Black) , Nexus 10: wife has PW	a shirt with pockets on the chest ..........

11-14-2008, 02:08 PM	#111
pshrynk Beepbeep n beebeep, yeah! Posts: 11,726 Karma: 8255450 Join Date: Apr 2008 Location: La Crosse, Wisconsin, aka America's IceBox Device: iThingie, KmkII, I miss Zelda!	They were flying at cruising speed, now. Vivaldi had his head hanging out the window. "How do you do that?" "What?" "Hang your head out when we're doing one hundred knots." "I dunno. How do I talk? Ask the writer, he's the one making this stuff up." "See anything?" "Yeah. There's the fish now." "Look, I'm not going to do a whole 'Who's on First' routine with you about the double meaning of 'fish.' Do you mean, there is the submarine we are looking for, which I am calling 'fish' or do you mean there is the great, wide ocean, full of fish, which I am saying I see in hopes that you will fall for it and we can get into a hilarious argument?" Vivaldi looked down at his paws. "The latter," he mumbled. "Let me know when you see the submarine, which for sake of argument I will allow us to refer to as "the" fish." Grumble grumble grumble. "Check." A short time later, Vivaldi started yapping excitedly. "There it is!" Harv looked out his side window and saw the submarine. Vivaldi was singing some nonsense song about fish. He circled around the boat. There was activity on deck. "Ah, Mr Wallbanger! Excellent piloting! Now, this one is very important. We have no way of communicating with the submarine, since they are under strict radio silence. "You must do exactly as I say. They will now set off two smoke trails. You must land nearest the proper one, or they will fire upon us. Ah. They have released the smoke. You may now land." Harv looked at the submarine. Smoke trailed from each end. "Which one?" he asked. "The blue one, next to the fish, will do."

11-14-2008, 02:20 PM	#112
badgoodDeb Grand Sorcerer Posts: 8,551 Karma: 64462893 Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Harrisburg outskirts Device: Palms, K1-4s, iPads, iPhones, KV, KO1	:rimshotsmilie: !! ahh, here it is

11-14-2008, 02:28 PM	#114
pshrynk Beepbeep n beebeep, yeah! Posts: 11,726 Karma: 8255450 Join Date: Apr 2008 Location: La Crosse, Wisconsin, aka America's IceBox Device: iThingie, KmkII, I miss Zelda!	Author's note: I'm going to start running out of tropes before too long. If you have an oldie but goodie you'd like to have me work in, PM me.

11-14-2008, 04:54 PM	#117
DixieGal Hi There! Posts: 7,473 Karma: 2930523 Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: Ft Lauderdale Device: iPad	I would like to play, but can't think of a single line to add. "... The blue one, next to the fish" sort of gave me writer's block, or at least some form of blockage. (Note to self: Eat more fiber when reading this thread.) Oh! I have a BM (Brain Movement) ..... Meanwhile, back at the RAF base, Biggles was picking through the office fridge, peeking into brown paper bags, trying to defenestrate whose lunch to appropriate. Snortington's bag contained yogurt and a banana, not a very manly lunch at all. Biggles made a note to ask and tell. Saltenham's bag contained a rugged sandwich of bear meat on whole wheat, a thermos of dirty creek water, and a big slice of Mom's apple pie. Biggles made a note to recommend Saltenham for a commendation. "That's the sort of rough and ready man we need in this man's air force," he harumphed to himself. Wandering back to his office in order to eat Saltenham's lunch in privacy whilst he surfed the net to find out what happened on Desperate Housewives last evening, he happened to glance over a cubicle wall at Mrs. Myatake's work station. "Ingrid, he said, "My dear, why are you crying?" "Ah, mein Capitan," she said germanically, "My husband is missing. I fear he is in trouble." "Whatever do you mean? What sort of trouble?" "Some of his former colleagues from the Japanese mafia located him and he went to speak with them. I haven't heard from him in three days now," she sobbed weepily. "Hmmm. How did we pass someone with her husband's background through our pre-employment security check?", he wondered administratively, while secretly craving the purloined lunch he still held in his hand and trying to figure a way to get out of this conversation without committing himself to any sort of decision. "Er, uh, Ingrid dear, dry your eyes. You take a long lunch, and when you get back, type all of this up and email it to me," he improvised impromptuishly. "Oh thank you, mein Capitan!," she germanically and manically jumped for joy and shouted as she grabbed Biggles around the shoulders and hugged him repeatedly, then hurried out the door to eat her squid puff and pear tart lunch in the employee breakroom, which had much better digital music than the executive breakroom, which only had one lousy house band that played only covers of Alanis Morrissette songs. "Finally I can eat my, er uh, Saltenham's lunch," Biggles biggled to himself.

11-14-2008, 04:56 PM	#118
pshrynk Beepbeep n beebeep, yeah! Posts: 11,726 Karma: 8255450 Join Date: Apr 2008 Location: La Crosse, Wisconsin, aka America's IceBox Device: iThingie, KmkII, I miss Zelda!	Harv brought the Goose in slowly, feathering back the props. It landed gracefully. Well, as gracefully as three tons of what is bascially an aluminum boat welded to an airplane can be. He taxied up to the submarine, which ironically was named Bluefish in Japanese. Thankfully, the ocean was calm, so there was little difficulty in mooring the plane to the deck. Myatake stuck his head through the door. "You two stay here. We will take on the cargo andthen leave." They listened as various thumps gave evidence to a weighty load being placed in the cargo hold. "So, do you think the White Sox have a chance at the Series, this year?" asked Vivaldi. Vera had had an unpleasant ride. First there was the unconscius form of Fujimora, who slowly came back to life. His moaning and complaining had been unbearable. Then, the squid was rather awful. It had crept out of Myatake's pocket and had made it half way up the bulkhead to the window before being retrieved and placed in a bucket of water. Now, it just glared at her over the rim with a look that said, "I really object to being treated like an object, you know. Even squid have feelings. If you had any compassion at all, you would have helped me jump out the window when I was making my bid for freedom. I could be halfway home, by now.*" Vera felt vaguely guilty. But worst of all had been the rustling coming from the emergency kit. The lid had snapped open at one point and she swore that a pair of comfy looking wool socks had scurried out. She'd have screamed, but the one sock without the safety pin had implored her with a look not to. She was beginning to doubt the sanity of a person who could read the expression of a wool sock.

11-14-2008, 05:00 PM	#119
badgoodDeb Grand Sorcerer Posts: 8,551 Karma: 64462893 Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Harrisburg outskirts Device: Palms, K1-4s, iPads, iPhones, KV, KO1	[ She was beginning to doubt the sanity of a person who could read the expression of a wool sock. ] Or could write a story about one. But don't mind me --- carry on, carry on!

11-14-2008, 05:39 PM	#120
nekokami fruminous edugeek Posts: 6,745 Karma: 551260 Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: Northeast US Device: iPad, eBw 1150	Oh, for the love of Cthulhu, will someone PLEASE help that poor squid escape becoming ika sashimi???