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THAT looks more like a mantle designed in medieval times. **(suggested edit: ANTarctic people, polar people, etc.)

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“Shelving protocol GHJK484SD: Identical books e.g. Judeo-Christian religious texts, are to be filed not by characteristics such as alphabetized by color name, but by numerical order of dye lot number . . .”

“Sorry, first day. When’s lunch?”

“4.1955639 hours.”

“Uh, thanks.”

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THIS is everything a fish story should be. Weilyn, I must say–we need you that engaged. Perhaps a story is waiting around the corner, with a ring box and a kneepad?

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“RRrffmmrr. HEARTWOOD! HEARTWOOD! Mwarrrrrrrr!”

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I would suggest wild loose hair for fire, since she’d never have to worry about it catching, very short hair for ice, since she won’t need it for warmth, and one of those perfect, difficult hairdos for wind, since it will never muss.

As for faces–identical triplets with identical masks, just color-coded?

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Thank you, Gargantua. I occasionally love saying that something is “an ancient fairy tale that I just wrote.” Unfortunately, I based the three advisors and the royals on ‘recent management exploits.’ Luckily, I’m able to keep my head down.

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My condolences to WMD. I’m having several very much less tragic events taking me away more than planned. My backlog is filling my head, though, clogging up some neurons from much more needed activities. Here’s hoping we get back to everything soon.

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Congrats to prs; thx to Luc for the compliment!

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Just a couple out celebrating the anniversary of their first play-hunt. With another play-hunt.

Hey, the little things can make all the difference in a romance.

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Just a couple out celebrating the anniversary of their first play-hunt.

Good to keep those occasions in mind.

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The Advisors’ Failure

King Yhgi’s forehead was dusk-pink, and his forehead vein was throbbing fast. The guards brought in his three advisors.
“Yes, sire?” they said as one.
“You three told me it would be fine to go to that ceremony last night. The chief saw me this morning. He said that MY WIFE WAS IN THAT TENT AND IS FURIOUS. Go look for yourselves.”
They went inside, and saw two boyish but beautiful identical women–one dressed as a Gintu scout, one dressed as a Gintu huntswoman–standing beside the king’s sleeping pallet.
“We’re dead,” said Benna.
Demma started talking to them in his best Gintu, but couldn’t get them to respond. “Silence or celibacy,” he muttered, “By their chief’s decree.” Higgu fainted. The guards came and took them directly to the king.
“This is not a problem!” blurted out Benna, “Tell the queen it’s a misunderstanding! None of them speak our language. Everything is fine! No one will know what you did, and we can kill them quietly–“
King Yhgi said, “Torture him to death.”
As Benna’s screams faded with distance, Demma said, “Sire! The ceremony isn’t binding!” King Yhgi looked at him, shocked. “No, sire–you are NOT married to–“
At a gesture from King Yhgi, a guard stabbed Demma in the liver, cut out his tongue, and led him away to die. Another guard doused Higgu with water. Higgu sputtered awake and staggered to his feet, seeing the king present and blood on the ground.
“I am VERY SORRY. I don’t know what happened. I saw them. I imagined the queen trying to kill you in your sleep, and the Gintu chief declaring war–not to mention stopping all trade forever. We can pretend that I slept there instead of you. A misunderstanding NOW is death.”
King Yhgi said, “You are sure?”
“Yes, sire.”
King Yhgi nodded and said, “Painless, then.” The guard closest to Higgu spun his axe, removing the upper two-thirds of Higgu’s skull almost silently. The king made a rapid set of orders, and was at the queen’s tent in a moment.
“My darling,” he said, “You were right. My advisors HAD been smoking the rock poppies. They sounded quite mad. None of them had ANY idea what was going on! My guards are looking for three SOBER sages now. Thirty servants are mixing thirty different shades of paint. With your guidance, if you will give it, one of those will be close enough. If we hurry, you can watch the samples dry. Then I can watch you work again, and they will be dry as dust by this evening. Don’t be angry, dear. I think you made both statues VERY lifelike!”

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thx. Looking for that. So far no luck. rt-click doesn’t seem to give me that option. Experimenting.

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A suitable handle for the lamp might be made by taking the rubber arm from Body/MaleStd, shrinking it, changing the ratio of x to y, colors 1-3 the same for top sheen, then adding a few percent to the size of a duplicate (or two if you must), darkening, putting it (or them) below.

I call this sequence of layering monoing, because you can use it to remove unwanted internal lines with less effort and no extra items.

Good design so far–I wonder whether it’s worth it to try to put some of Al ‘inside’ what we see of the genie showing through?

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Does anyone know how to turn off Photobucket’s arrows to other pictures? I tried contacting them, and apparently they know I can’t afford the time to move things or the money for most sites. They haven’t helped. I’d like to become eligible to win, no matter how often I lose. Frankly it annoys me too. They’ve cut off the way to put captions on and may have lost the few captions I added.

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Luc! Your kooky Cooka has won! He looks like he just offered somebody a hot tub session before dinner and started chopping veggies into the water. Neat. Also pleased with your item use. “Hey, is that tarragon? That’s not a bath salt–what gives?”

I look forward to your choice of three items. Sorry for getting back so late. Even my errands were errant.

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