BATCAVE 6: BAT IN CHAIR,CLAWS ON KEYBOARD

Made it.

Jes finished my tour as guest mean editormentor.

*flings bits and pieces of a certain bat-winged Svedish rioter thither and yon*

As payback, Lurid flung bit and pieces of a certain Cearha Bat thither and yon. 

*My name is CearhaBat, and I've become a Comma Wh#re...*

Why is it when we beat down one bad habit, we substitute annuder one in its place? Huh? Tell me.

But tell me tomorrow, cuz I'm all for roosting now.

*fwappity.....roost....zzzzzzzzz*

So I don't know if anyone saw it on the news, but Universal Studios had a major fire today. I live just a couple of blocks from the studio but I was lucky cuz the wind was blowing the thick black smoke away from me.

The wind has shifted. The smell of burning movie studio is now thick in the air and in my apt. So sad. I used to work at Universal (that's where the TV show I wrote for was filmed) and it was so much fun to take the golf cart and zip around the backlot, looking at cool sets and watching movies get made. Now the New York street is gone, King Kong is gone, and the city courtyard (think Back to the Future with the big clock) is gone. They also lost at least one soundstage and a storage vault where copies of their TV shows were kept.

Other areas weren't hurt -- the Psycho house is still there, City Walk and most of the tour. Still, it's so sad to think of what they've lost.

-- Guanna

Clutched in my batty claws? Well, not literally, cuz it'd be too hard to type that way, but figuratively, I's clutching... KEYS. With a little key wallet on 'em with my driver's license and social insecurity card all intact! Yes, Aimless is jest a teeeeeensy bit relieved.

Jest finished watching I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry and amazingly, I really liked it. Not cavespeak. Who knew it'd actually be a good movie?

Aimrelieved

Valkyrie, the keys were at the defartment office, where they apparently don't believe in calling residents to let them know their keys have been found.  Nor do they believe in letting your kid bring them to you since he's the one who losted the flocking things in the first place.  Nope, had to walk my lazy batazz all the way down there to get 'em, and did I menshun I's lazy?

Speaking of, it's bedtime.  Nitol.

Aimless 

... I'm not here. This is only a fig in your imagination.

I'z off to open skeery e-mails from really really really skeery Cearditors....

(be gentle I'm trying bat speak since I am kind of feeling batty unable to sleep at 3:30 am stressing out over losing my job close to a month ago and jumping at the first job offer even though it's something I'm sure I'll be miserable at) 

I have been posting in this thread a long time and I just love my life right now. Being unemployed after working for a company I love for 8 years and being escorted out the door for doing a great job made me feel like a million dollars.  My unemployment more than covers all my expenses and the biweekly paperwork is a joy to behold.

I love sales so I jumped right in to try right away and so far have paid in more than I will probably get out, how lovely.  Why make myself miserable with a career I actually enjoy doing something I love doing and would do for free if I could afford it? 

Sleep, who needs it?  

(end batspeak to say I'm going to bed now, hope the "intro" was not too bad.  My motto is "ask me anything, but I reserve the right to reply with 'no comment'."  I'm not a writer yet, at least not professionally.  I can batspeak more about that later zzzzzzzz...and head almost hitting keyboard) 

Go to bed early and wake up to a gnu cave. Story of my life.

Aimless, glad you'se found your keys intact. And defartment orrifices have rules against calling people you know. That would interrupt their days spent sitting on their lazy behinds doing nothing.

And Lurid, here's a bat salute right back at you. I have to shirk for 10 hours today (back to regular schedule).

Missmell

*gets in line to slap Lurid*  I hafta go to shurk too, and you suck.

Okay, batsies, I can't handle this.  Firebug is... um... well, you'd stink 11 1/2 was too oily to enter this lurvely life change, but apparently not.  He keeps taking all the armor off his female character on the xbox game so she runs around in skimpy undies.  He's getting zits.  He's always had the battitude, but now it's jest amazingly hexpanded.  His feet and armpits have reached gnu levels of hideous stench.  And Aimless is NOT READY FOR THIS.  Who wants him?  I can mail him out today.

In udder gnus, I's tarred, broke, can't find the coughee, and DON'T WANNA.

Aimless 

Where's Blabbermouth? How come she never comes to visit me, huh?

Got her chained to the keyboard, Bron. She don't like it much cuz it's not *her* kind of story, but that's the way the cookie crumbles, hon.

UnWelcome aboard, Thorn. Don't know if that's guano werk as a cavename or not ...
it's close ... could go either way. Anydamnedhow, pull up a stalactite and make youseself to cave. We don't bite. Much.

Slosh

Yeah. See? While I'se out here playin' UnWelcome Wagon, Whinges
jumps in and names the gnu bat and makes my post look stoopid. Witch it
is.

Low five, Whinges. Ya dung good again.

Slosh

It's all about stoopid posts, innit?  After all, this is the cave.

I's showered, dressed, DisGracie'd, and still don't wanna go to shurk.  Even tho it's a half day at skool.  Even tho they'll prolly be watching movies so I can do my papershurk in piece.  I.  Don't.  Wanna.  Go.

Then again, if I stayed here, I'd jest hafta laura the defartment cuz it's a batsolute wreck.  Sigh.  Can't win for losing, witch is also cavey.

P~~~~~ Thorny, ya gnubat.  Can't tell from your post if we's got a second manbat or anudder chickbat--name like Thorn seems manbatty but could be a chickbatty nickname.  So what flavor is ya?  Not guano say welcome until you clear that up.  No particular reason, jest cuz.

And now I's scraped up enuff change to get some coughee at the gas station so I's off to shurk.  Has I menshunned how much I's looking forward to shurk today? 

Aimless 

Yes. I suck so much, I now gits to go laura my cave, put clean laundry away, make phone calls... Yes. My life is nothing but bon-bons and reclining on my ratty chaise while all disgracied in my slinky negligee, feather boa, and tiara.

At least I am ALONE.

~Lurid

Won't the laundry fold itself and put itself away? I've been training it for years and it still sits there threatening to topple of the worksurface onto the floor without making any effort to march itself upstairs and into the cupboards.

Knell hates puttingaway laundry - mutter grumble moan. 

I forgot what I was guano say.

I also hate putting laundry away. I hates folding it, too. I don't mind washing it, tho. Weird.

Am going thru the boyos' clothes. Doncha all wish you was me?

~Lurid

Party at Hippo's shirt cave!

Meanwhile, I'll go on about something no one cares about but it includes gloating so I'll tell it anyway. Catching up in the short version: bought a game. Game didn't work. Asked for game credit (all games at Big Fish are priced the same). Guy sent me the credit. Noticed that I did not get one credit. Instead I got three. Being the stupidly honest sort, I wrote to the guy and said, "Oops, you sent me too many. I'm only s'posed to get one." He wrote back today and said, "Oops, our server messed up and once a credit is given, there's no way to take it back, so you get two extra free games."

This didn't make me at all happy. Between winning the $100 apiece with my lottery partner and 2 extra free games, I'd say ole Mercury might be shining on me as it retrogrades. After all, server problems falls right into the whole retrograde thing. Only this time, I was the one who benefitted instead of getting shafted.

And now, I'm gonna play a game. I gave myself a week off when I quit smoking, allowing myself to do whatever I felt like as long as I didn't smoke. Watch TV, movies, play games, whatever. Playing games sounds like a good plan.

-- Guanna

Fer my barfday I splurged and had a baked tater, a small piece of chocorat cake, mice cream, in addition to the steak and corn on the cob, and a Dr. Peeper. Back on the die-et tomorry.

BATTY BARFDAY SPAM!!!

Hope your day was really horrid, sPam and you didn't get any uncool prezzies.

Knell 

Read yer post and still missed the gnus.

Crappy Barfday, sPam. Hope it sucks through the overcast.

Slosh 

A bouquet of black, dead fleurs for yer especialicious day.

Hope it continues to be craptastic.

Werk sux. I blame Lurid.

Sidle up besides Aimless to wait and see what Thorny's persuasion might be. Male? Female? Pfft... who cares? Batty or unbatty iz alls I wanna know.  Seems a lil edgy to me, so it could go either way.....

Cranks for lung power posts.

Craptastic barfday, sPam!

And a reminder (since we've yet to ever remember):

Bat Chat is on Wednesday. Look at the column to the right for details (under the readable red ad). Not that I'll remember but someone might.

-- Guanna

Hope you don't hear from the last sPamling and that the chocorat cake sucked muchly.  Not a bit jellous of the stake and cake, and you can't prove I is.  This green color surrounding me should in no way be construed as evidence.

Got a reissued check to replace that one for $660 that gotted tossed when I made the Aimspawn laura the Aimcave.  Not guano go to the bank and deposit that sucker RIGHT FLOCKING NOW and you can't prove I is.  Unless you see me driving by on the way to the bank.  Then you might be able to prove it.

Aimless 

Batty Barfday, sPam.

It's Tuesday. I slept in a bit. I wanted to sleep in longer, but I didn't. Sigh.

On todays thrilling agenda is my smashogram.  Can't wait. At least the cyst is a whole lot better than it was, so I may survive the hexperience. However, my bank balance is guano suffer from another lot of medical bills. Sigh.

I suppose I'd better spend the next hour going and cutting the dreck that I wrote yesterday which I decided isn't guano work.  Sigh.

I just love being a rioter. It's so much fun.

BronBat, making a perfect swandive into the SarChasm. 

unwelcome Thorny. I's with you on the no-batlings thing. I keep
tellig the udder bats that was their big mistake, having batlings. Jest
read the posts to see if I's right. Notlaughing at Firebug undressing
his game characters though. v5 batling. I did has a partner known as
the crocodile hunter or ch, but he dieded on me last Januwary - still
haven't forgiven him for that. We managed a ridiculously long amount of
years together, so shouldn't really complain. I will anyways.

Batty Barfday sPam.

There once was a bat called sPam,

Photography kept her in a jam,

Travelin' too far,

Never knowin' where she are, 

Time to riot a best-smeller  (she can!)

Okay so I's rusty. p~~~~~~~~

~Blaming Lurid for everything. Jest because.

Valkyrie 

But it's more tolerable now since I went to the chiroquacker. He said it should be bettah by tomorrow. We'll see.

Aimless, verra sorry the keys turned up. Now that spoiled any more drama from Texazz.

Crappy Belated (?) Barfday, sPam! The best kind of barfday cake is one that sucks. That way you don't get fat eating too much.

Thorny newbat, P~~~~~~~~~`. My stats: married; many gatorlings; seen 4-0 a couple years ago.

~~Gator