tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post116811630362348890..comments2023-05-08T06:00:40.186-04:00Comments on BCB Blog: Role Reversals and Other Shifts in the UniverseUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168974123640744792007-01-16T14:02:00.000-05:002007-01-16T14:02:00.000-05:00Sam tapped her chin thoughfully. "Well, certain s...Sam tapped her chin thoughfully. "Well, certain squirrels are more lucky than others, but all hold some degree of luck."<BR/><BR/>The Duke held his tongue as long as he was able. "What the blazes is so lucky about my getting thrown off my horse, hitting my head, or magically becoming bilingual?" he demanded.<BR/><BR/>"Ttsss," hissed the squirrel.<BR/><BR/>"See?" Sam replied. "You found a lucky squirrel.btudahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15844967363037036715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168916140705527482007-01-15T21:55:00.000-05:002007-01-15T21:55:00.000-05:00Just pleeeease don't let your daughter and her bgf...Just <I>pleeeease</I> don't let your daughter and her bgf read this, or we're all going to be up against the firewall.<BR/><BR/>And that squirrel looks like he's ready to bzplv at any moment :(The Merryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09660495393832517684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168790283859946542007-01-14T10:58:00.000-05:002007-01-14T10:58:00.000-05:00Pray, continue with this tale.Pray, continue with this tale.Keziah Fentonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07938311968836003221noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168638598742366652007-01-12T16:49:00.000-05:002007-01-12T16:49:00.000-05:00"No problem," he replied. "Things like that seem ..."No problem," he replied. "Things like that seem to happen a lot around here. Now before we leave this place, would you kindly explain the bit about the squirrel?"<BR/><BR/>"Squirrels are considered very lucky in Dxyle," she answered.<BR/><BR/>"All squirrels or just certain ones?"btudahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15844967363037036715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168547927602795592007-01-11T15:38:00.000-05:002007-01-11T15:38:00.000-05:00"Flying through the air," he repeated solemnly. "..."Flying through the air," he repeated solemnly. "Did you fall off your horse as well?"<BR/><BR/>"Of course not," she replied. "Why do you ask?"<BR/><BR/>"Because, my dear lady, you've got FWMHG."<BR/><BR/>Her brow creased in confusion, only increasing his interest in her heart-shaped face. "What is FWMHG?"<BR/><BR/>"'From Whence Makes Heinie Glow,' as in, careful, or you'll get a sunburn there."btudahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15844967363037036715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168541827807791782007-01-11T13:57:00.000-05:002007-01-11T13:57:00.000-05:00I. Love. This. Post.It reminds me of my three d...I. Love. This. Post.<BR/><BR/>It reminds me of my three darling daughters posting themselves around my sun chair (on my front lawn, in the middle of nowhere) in case anybody happened to drive by and see me half-naked (the essentials were covered). <BR/>God bless them.<BR/>Grins*Crystal*https://www.blogger.com/profile/06689150836320685611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168535701349216212007-01-11T12:15:00.000-05:002007-01-11T12:15:00.000-05:00lucky squirrels!"The Duke looked her over carefull...lucky squirrels!"<BR/><BR/>The Duke looked her over carefully. And more carefully yet when he realized her delectable derriere was visible. <BR/><BR/>"Lucky squirrel?" He asked slowly. "Yes" Sam replied, continuing to beam at him.<BR/><BR/>"And which one of us fell off of the horse?"McBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01437136297944260051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168528998088048312007-01-11T10:23:00.000-05:002007-01-11T10:23:00.000-05:00... of the magical language of the Yrvkh people ru...... of the magical language of the Yrvkh people running through his head.<BR/><BR/>"I said, what happened here?" he demanded, ignoring the fact a moment ago he suddenly became bilingual.<BR/><BR/>"You were thrown from your horse," Sam explained, turning to point the log and his horse. Hmm. Things seemed a bit drafty all of a sudden.<BR/><BR/>"But there is good news," she continued.<BR/><BR/>"I can't wait to hear it."<BR/><BR/>She beamed up at him. "We've got ..."btudahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15844967363037036715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168476672819118162007-01-10T19:51:00.000-05:002007-01-10T19:51:00.000-05:00Apparently the squirrel, him or her, had been play...Apparently the squirrel, him or her, had been playing possum. She eyed the squirrel warily, not certain that her ladylike sensibilities would allow her to be in a state of déshabillé,in front of a creature of uncertain gender. While she was pondering the situation she looked around and noticed plants that looked a great deal like one her governess had drawn while she was studying ancient Greek flora. If she recalled correctly, and she was sure she did since we was fluent in both Greek and Latin having spent so much time in her father's study, they were called dosgios.McBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01437136297944260051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168465323345791572007-01-10T16:42:00.000-05:002007-01-10T16:42:00.000-05:00... better than to mix her pronouns.The Duke lay s...... better than to mix her pronouns.<BR/><BR/>The Duke lay still upon the ground, looking quite uqanjn, if she did say so herself. Frankly, she did not notice if the squirrel was male or female, and it simply felt rude to check. <BR/><BR/>More pressing needs intruded upon her thoughts, so she leapt behind the tree, bypassing the lucky squirrel, and let out a sigh of relief that the tree effectively hid her from sight. She hiked her skirt higher, relieved that she could finally ... well, relieve herself when she noticed she was not alone.<BR/><BR/>"Oqnarsl!" she spat.btudahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15844967363037036715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168464021791685402007-01-10T16:20:00.000-05:002007-01-10T16:20:00.000-05:00There was a squirrel. And as everyone knows, when...There was a squirrel. And as everyone knows, when you see a squirrel in your time of need, it is a lucky thing. <BR/><BR/>"Wdphsmf," he mumbled, still prone on the ground. <BR/><BR/>Her heart gave a little fluttering leap. Over the past few days, she felt as if she knew him intimately. She knew he preferred luxuriously soft bed linens. She knew his jammies had little pink bunnies embroidered on them (or were those dragons?). She also knew that some woman with mis-matched legs recently shared his bed. But the icing on the cake was that she knew ...btudahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15844967363037036715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168463316593314492007-01-10T16:08:00.000-05:002007-01-10T16:08:00.000-05:00... she really had to go. Unaware of Samantha's d...... she really had to <I>go.</I> <BR/><BR/>Unaware of Samantha's discomfort, the Duke spurred his mount on. But Adnvjsff had other ideas. Just as they drew abreast of a fallen log, the stallion decided, quite suddenly, that he'd rather walk. The Duke, taken unawares, sailed over the horse's head, falling top hat over tea cup and landing with a noise that sounded like "pdjmfdph." <BR/><BR/>Startled, Sam gasped "Your Grace, oh Your Grace, are you alright?" Not hearing a reply, she dismounted and walked the mare over to where the Duke lay, unconscious. <BR/><BR/>"Oh, thank God!" she cried. And after securing the mare's reins to some brush, made for the nearest tree, hiking up her skirt as she went.McBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01437136297944260051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168456895989785932007-01-10T14:21:00.000-05:002007-01-10T14:21:00.000-05:00Tossing the leg of mutton into the rubbish heap, t...Tossing the leg of mutton into the rubbish heap, the Duke gave Awkkf an imperialous glare, and Awkkf made himself scarce.<BR/><BR/>As if by magic the stallion was saddled in the blink of an eye. The Duke turned to Sam. "Ride with me?"<BR/><BR/>His words were as much an order as a request. A dainty dappled mare materialized beside her, already saddled.<BR/><BR/>"Um, sure," Sam replied. "As my Busha used to say, 'Tnxkve!'"<BR/><BR/>The Duke gave her a puzzled look from beneath his manly brow. "What exactly does that mean?"<BR/><BR/>She shrugged. "I'm not sure. Busha mumbled a lot."btudahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15844967363037036715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168455923547426542007-01-10T14:05:00.000-05:002007-01-10T14:05:00.000-05:00"Wh- why, nnnnnothing," Sam stammered, the translu..."Wh- why, nnnnnothing," Sam stammered, the translucent skin of her heart shaped faced blushing furiously.<BR/><BR/>"Ah, would your Grace be want'n me to saddle your white Arabian, Adnvjsff?" Awkkf asked, interrupting the awkward moment. The Duke usually saddled Adnfjsff himself, being the only person that the horse, a proud stallion with a lineage going back nearly as far as the Duke's, would allow near without a fight.McBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01437136297944260051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168452148053172002007-01-10T13:02:00.000-05:002007-01-10T13:02:00.000-05:00..."cubmfv." (You see, he had his mouth full of m......"cubmfv." (You see, he had his mouth full of mutton at the time.)<BR/><BR/>"Um, excuse me?" Sam stammered, nimbly sidestepping the newest fragrant addition to the stable floor.<BR/><BR/>"What is going on here?" the Duke demanded ...btudahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15844967363037036715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168450639099098742007-01-10T12:37:00.000-05:002007-01-10T12:37:00.000-05:00sneezing uncontrollably, "fiujh!" just as the Duke...sneezing uncontrollably, <I>"fiujh!"</I> just as the Duke entered the stables. As his hooded gaze took in the pair, the Duke sneered ...McBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01437136297944260051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168450287091734712007-01-10T12:31:00.000-05:002007-01-10T12:31:00.000-05:00Ah, no, now she recalled. They'd met long ago, whe...Ah, no, now she recalled. They'd met long ago, when she was but a wee virginal lass of 15, at her Uncle Fefczr's home in Wales. <BR/><BR/>Sam's batting black lashes generated a stiff breeze that stirred Awkkf's chestnut tresses over his expansive, brawny shoulders. Unfortunately, that stiff breeze also stirred up the aroma of the stable block, causing our poor, allergy-prone groomsman to begin sneezing uncontrollably just as....Caryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03863418541856094108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168444345026681732007-01-10T10:52:00.000-05:002007-01-10T10:52:00.000-05:00On the seventh day, Sam, aka Smenita, was given a ...On the seventh day, Sam, aka Smenita, was given a few hours off in the afternoon. Eager to get out of the house for some fresh air she strolled down to the stables whereupon she met the Welsh head groomsman, Awkkf. Always happy to spend time around horses, Sam decided that it would behoove her to strike up a friendship with the groomsman, who's appearance ...McBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01437136297944260051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168441570893577242007-01-10T10:06:00.000-05:002007-01-10T10:06:00.000-05:00... second stocking, size small. Hmm. Somewhere ...... second stocking, size small. Hmm. Somewhere in the village there is a woman with a serious limp.<BR/><BR/>Carrying on, Sam puts extra effort into the cleaning of the duke's chamber. The sheets are folded down just so. The pillows are extra fluffed. There are no dust bunnies to be found under the bed on her watch.<BR/><BR/>Then on the seventh day ...<BR/><BR/>(hope you don't mind me jumping in here ...)btudahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15844967363037036715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168389334065885532007-01-09T19:35:00.000-05:002007-01-09T19:35:00.000-05:00Samantha. Sam is hired on by the housekeeper as a ...Samantha. Sam is hired on by the housekeeper as a chambermaid (but only after the Duke caught sight of Sam in her two-sizes-too-small-for-her-curvaceous-bust-and-hips borrowed dress(but oddly, the author describes Sam as petite and willowy in an earlier passage). <BR/><BR/>It is now fair Sam's job to clean out the master's chambers every morning. She's only allowed to enter after the reclusive Duke has descended to his study for the day. <BR/><BR/>On her third day, Samantha finds a woman's stocking (size large) under the bedcovers. On the fifth day, she finds a.....<BR/><BR/>(Funny - her name is still smenita in Blooger verification-speak)Caryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03863418541856094108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168388387411975462007-01-09T19:19:00.000-05:002007-01-09T19:19:00.000-05:00Well Jenny did admonish us once to go talk to real...Well Jenny did admonish us once to go talk to real people. Maybe we are imaginary. Maybe we're just characters waiting for someone to write our story. Parallel universe stuff. <I>"No, no! Not the bodice ripper! Anything but that!"</I><BR/><BR/>Smenita - Her real identity. But she has been forced out of her ancestral home by her evil cousin who inherited the estate. So she ran away, rather than be forced into marriage with the gouty old man her cousin owed money to. So she steals an outfit from one of the upstairs maids and makes her way to the neighboring estate owned by the reclusive Duke of New Burgh (its a Scottish title) and asks for work under the assumed name of ...McBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01437136297944260051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168380922752790102007-01-09T17:15:00.000-05:002007-01-09T17:15:00.000-05:00Theresa - in a word, YES. Now get busy! BTW, what ...Theresa - in a word, YES. Now get busy! BTW, what are those Scotish men like?? Hummm...?<BR/><BR/>BcB - **double SNORT**. There's that wild and warped mind at work again, causing the rest of us to spit liquid all over our keyboards.<BR/><BR/>Bryan has definitely raised an interesting question - are we real... or imaginary?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168346646420430462007-01-09T07:44:00.000-05:002007-01-09T07:44:00.000-05:00Oh, and if I'm imaginary, does that mean I need to...Oh, and if I'm imaginary, does that mean I need to finish my dissertation?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168346588271374382007-01-09T07:43:00.000-05:002007-01-09T07:43:00.000-05:00*snicker* Great post. And thanks to my recent co...*snicker* Great post. And thanks to my recent cold I am totally stocked up on tissues. <I>Clean</I> tissues, I mean.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34518678.post-1168293953229642612007-01-08T17:05:00.000-05:002007-01-08T17:05:00.000-05:00Cary,It's worse than that... your imaginary friend...Cary,<BR/><BR/>It's worse than that... your imaginary friend's daughter thinks <I>you</I> are the "pretend" person.<BR/><BR/>It's like the old Chinese philosopher who says there was once a man who dreamed of being a butterfly, and when he woke, he asked "Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that he is a man?"<BR/><BR/>Where does it end?<BR/><BR/>But now you have a topic for your next visit, eh? BCB's DD has us all questioning our own existance.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com