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    WOSSNAME -- NOVEMBER 2008 -- PART 5 OF 6 (continued) ... oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ====Part 5 -- WEIRD ALICE AND HOROSCOPE 30) WEIRD
    Message 1 of 1 , Nov 27, 2008
      WOSSNAME -- NOVEMBER 2008 -- PART 5 OF 6 (continued)





      (a tale of Moving Pictures)

      The sun shone on the Circle Sea, shone there as small suns can
      He did his very best to make bright lights for Beast and Man
      And this was odd, because it was
      Deserted beachfront land

      The moon was shining sulkily behind Great T'Phon's trunk
      She'd got no business to be there but she was in a funk
      "It's very rude of him," she said,
      "To highlight ancient junk!"

      The sea was calm from Rim to shore, the sands without rainfall
      You could not see a crowd, because the crowd were corpses all
      No priest called out Performances
      There was no priest to call

      The Dibbler and the Alchemist were walking close at hand;
      They wept like anything to see such property unplanned
      "If this were only put to use,"
      They said, "we'd make ten grand!"

      "If several men with several imps worked on from dawn til tea
      Do you suppose," the Dibbler said,
      "That we could wrap Reel Three?"
      "I doubt it," said the Alchemist, and sighed impotently.

      "O actors, come and walk with us!" The Dibbler made his pitch
      "A few hours' work (not counting perks)
      Will roll without a hitch
      We cannot lose, this golden shore
      Is bound to make us rich."

      The famous Gaspode looked at him with never a bark of "Cheers!"
      The famous Gaspode bared his teeth
      And scratched his flea-bit ears
      Meaning to say this enterprise
      Was bound to end in tears.

      But more young hopefuls hurried up all keen to make their name
      Their thoughts were fogged, their faces blank,
      Their hearts immune to shame
      And this was odd, because, you know,
      They knew not why they came.

      More would-be click-stars followed them, and yet another crew
      Quick as they could, to Holy Wood, to make their dreams come true
      While painting wooden scenery
      And eating Borgle's stoo.

      The Dibbler and the Alchemist worked on a month or so,
      And then they rested on a rock (in fact, a disguised troll)
      Then totted up percentages
      And said, "We're on a roll!"

      "The time has come," the Dibbler said, "To talk, and let's be frank
      Of Passione, fire, and elephants. Of premieres on the Ankh
      And why the world has all Gone Madde
      And how to fill the bank."

      "But wait a bit," young Victor cried, "Before we leave this shore;
      For Ginger's in the grip of Things behind the magic Door!"
      "No worries!" said the Alchemist.
      "We're thaumless to the core."

      "A Wonder Dog," the Dibbler said, "Is what this epic needs
      Adverts subliminal besides, and two romantic leads
      Now if you're ready, handlemen,
      Bring on the dashing deeds!"

      "Here comes de Syn!" the public cried, giving the stars their due
      Beauty and beasts all on display; the Wizards came to view
      "How puzzling," the Patrician said,
      "I'm less well-known than you?"

      "It was so kind of you to come, in fog as thick as steam!"
      Then Bezam Planter's daughter played the Dungeon Dimensions theme
      All patrons were transfixed until
      The crowd began to scream!

      "In Ribobe's name," young Victor said, "I curse you, now depart!"
      Gigantic Ginger grabbed an ape and climbed the Tower of Art
      Then Victor conjured horse and sword
      And played it from the heart.

      "I weep for me," the Dibbler said: "Alas, my empire dies."
      With sobs and tears he sauntered off to more familiar lies,
      Back to a life behind a cart
      Of sausages and pies.

      "Oh, buggrit," said the Alchemist, "My grand career is gone!
      Shall I be trotting homeward now
      To face a jobless dawn?
      The world is back to sane again..."

      ...but Holy Wood dreams on...

      -- Alice

      Note for Roundworlders: the original poem The Walrus and the
      Carpenter, by Lewis Carroll, can be found at:



      by Fernando Magnifico

      Buongiorno my friends, it is I, Fernando, your astrologer today as
      the bellissima Lady Asterisk has come down with a bad case of the

      My friends, you may remember two months ago that Fernando's
      astrological charts disappeared under the very mysterious
      circumstances. Fernando's heart was crushed by his failure to be
      your astrologer, but he promised not to rest until he has discovered
      what fiend or diavolo would steal his star charts and leave you, my
      dearest readers, without your horoscope for the month. And this is
      what Fernando has done: Fernando has walked the streets of Ankh-
      Morpork tirelessly, he has visited the worst dens of iniquity and
      the lowest dive bars, and has consorted with all sorts of ruffians.
      Fernando has left no palm ungreased, no street unwalked, for nothing
      shall get in the way of Fernando's promise to "get to the underneath
      of" this mystery, as they say in Ankh-Morpork.

      Fernando's tireless investigation has been successful, for I have
      discovered what afeared me last month: the shame of Brindisi,
      Carlos, that despoiler and corruptor of youth, that vain, conceited,
      shameless, brazen, swaggering popinjay, with his flowing hair and
      tight pantaloons and silk shirts, has arrived in Ankh-Morpork.
      Morporkia, beware!!! Lock up your sons and daughters!!! But do not
      fear, my friends, for Fernando is here, and so long as he can draw
      breath into his broad, manly chest, he shall not let the mocker and
      pretender Carlos lay waste to lovely Morporkia.

      It is fitting that Fernando continues to investigate this mystery,
      for this month the stars too have much to say about mysteries. For
      is it not true that there is a lot that happens that we do not know
      about? Mysteries like, who is the werewolf in the Watch? How does
      Fernando look so good in his tight pantaloons and silk shirts? What
      was Fernando's cousin Tomas doing up the tree overlooking the
      nurses' dormitories outside the Lady Sybil Free Hospital? What do
      the Nac Mac Feegles wear under their kilts? Read on, my friends, to
      learn what the stars have to say about these, and many other,
      mysteries. Ciao bella!


      The Adamant Hedgehog 21 Mar - 20 Apr

      Your mystery this month is, "Who is the werewolf in the Watch?"

      One of the worst-kept secrets on the Disc is that the City Watch of
      Ankh-Morpork has a werewolf working for them, but nobody knows who
      the werewolf is. Word on the street is that it must be Corporal
      Nobby Nobbs, but Fernando is unconvinced. Fernando has asked the
      stars, and can reveal for the first time the secret truth: the stars
      say that it is no less than Commander His Grace Sir Samuel Vimes
      himself who has a terrible beast inside him, a fearsome, ferocious
      monster kept barely leashed by the famous Vimes iron will.


      The Half-Eaten Sandwich 21 Apr - 21 May

      Your mystery is: "Why do fools fall in love?"

      Ah, my friends, this is the most beautiful mystery of all, "il
      mistero di amore" as we say in Brindisi, the mystery of love.
      Fernando knows that all people in love are the magnificente fools,
      or even the Fools like the King Verence of Lancre. As the famous
      song says, "Perché gli uccelli compaiono improvvisamente? Poiché
      vogliono essere vicine a voi." Fernando has been the fool for love
      many, many times, for Fernando has molto grande love in him, enough
      for all (except perhaps Carlos, who does not love as Fernando
      loves). Perhaps the stars know why fools fall in love, but they are
      not saying. For Fernando, it is enough that they do. Viva il


      Herne the Hunted 22 May - 21 Jun

      Your mystery is: "What are the Dwarf Devices?"

      Fernando hears that Lord Vetinari's wonderful new plans for the
      Undertaking are based on a device found under the city, known as the
      Device. It seems the Dwarfs have known about Devices for years
      beyond reckoning, but the origin of the Devices is lost in the mists
      of time, and even the Dwarfs don't know who created them, what they
      were for, when they were built, or how they work. The stars too have
      nothing to say about them, which is very unusual, but perhaps one of
      you Hernians will be the one to solve this mystery. For Fernando
      knows that when it comes to Hernians, all life is a mystery, mostly
      the mystery of "Why is everyone chasing me again?" and "Why does
      everything in Nature have such big teeth?"


      The Wizard's Staff and Knob 22 Jun - 22 Jul

      Your mystery is: "Why does the wizard's staff have a knob on the

      Some say that the knob on the end is for the benefit of the wizard,
      to protect him from dark magicks and occult forces. Others say that
      the knob on the end is for the benefit of others, to prevent the
      staff's magic from leaking out and grounding itself through innocent
      bystanders, or at least bystanders. Fernando hears that
      Archchancellor Ridcully of Unseen University says that the knob on
      the end is to give the staff extra weight, for those times when
      magic fails and a wizard needs to take a swing at a problem. But the
      stars suggest yet another reason: the knob on the end is to prevent
      the wizard's hand from sliding off the staff during some of the more
      energetic gestures.


      Bilious, God of Hangovers 23 Jul - 23 Aug

      Your mystery is: "Why are sheeps found facing the other way?"

      Sheeps farmers have known of a mysterious phenomenumenumenum for
      generations. The sheeps will be seen in the field, and the very next
      morning they will be facing the other way, without anybody having
      turned them around. Fernando has consulted the stars about this, and
      they say that the mystery is caused by strange quantum
      phenomenumenumenums, the 'fluence of the Disc's standing magical
      field on the sheeps, but most of all, by the farmers liking to play
      the practical jokes on city people.


      The Celestial Parsnip 24 Aug - 23 Sept

      Your mystery is: "What happened to the Merry Celery? And why were
      the captain's boots found 250 miles away, in the Morpork mountains,
      still smoking?"

      The mystery of the disappearing ship Merry Celery is known all over
      the Disc. During the rule of the Patrician Winder, as the ship was
      entering Ankh-Morpork port with a cargo of Bearhugger's Whiskey,
      bottled Wow-Wow Sauce, Agatean fireworks and flints, there was a
      mysterious flash of light, a mysterious loud noise described by
      eyewitnesses as "a really loud noise, like a million souls cried out
      Bang! and then were suddenly silenced", and the entire ship just
      disappeared. Lord Winder blamed it on a party of Zoons and had them
      executed, but he was always doing that sort of thing. Many people
      have studied the mystery of the Merry Celery, and blamed it on
      alchemists, dwarfs, trolls, Klatchians, left-over sourcery from the
      Mage Wars, and wood-worm, but Fernando is the first who has
      consulted the stars and can reveal the truth: the ship and its poor
      crew were caught in a quantum-electrical energy shift which caused
      every molecule of their beings to suddenly separate at high speed.
      As for the captain's boots, the Gods will have their fun.


      The Small Boring Group of Faint Stars 24 Sept - 23 Oct

      Your mystery is: "What is the secret of the missing socks?"

      Why do socks disappear when you wash them? Why is it only one sock
      of the pair that always disappears? Fernando has learned that socks
      disappear because they are eaten by a mystical (but not mythical)
      bird called the Eater of Socks. Wherever there are socks or
      stockings being washed, the Eater of Socks is there to eat one. But
      only one. There can only be one.

      The stars also suggest that sometimes socks go missing because they
      are used as weapons that kill people and leave buildings standing.
      Fernando does not understand what the stars mean by this, for surely
      not even Foul Ole Ron's socks could smell that terrible.


      Androgyna Majestis 24 Oct - 22 Nov

      Your mystery: the BeTrobi Quadrangle

      One of the strangest areas on the Disc is the BeTrobi Quadrangle,
      reaching between the BeTrobi Islands and the Counterweight
      Continent. Ships in the Quadrangle disappear, sometimes even the
      witches on their broomsticks disappear, never to be seen again.
      Fernando's paesano Vincento Gambi, who used to make the unofficial
      imports from Agatea, told me that he had once seen a two-headed
      whale with two bodies in the Quadrangle. What causes the Quadrangle
      to be so mysterioso? Is it a gateway to another dimension? Are there
      strong winds and currents that blow the ships over the Hub? Are the
      Quirmians to blame? Gnarly ground over the water? Giant pockets of
      gas released from the ocean floor? Fernando has consulted the stars,
      and they say: giant waterspouts, monstrous waterspouts with teeth
      like sabres and claws like spears, or perhaps the other way around,
      rising from the ocean like a diavlo.


      The Spoons, a.k.a. the Greater and Lesser Spoons, 23 Nov - 21 Dec

      Your mystery: "What was Fernando's cousin Tomas doing up the tree
      overlooking the nurses' dormitories outside the Lady Sybil Free
      Hospital, and how did his pants end up in a completely different

      Fernando would like to give you the stars' answer to this question,
      but he has been advised by Tomas' lawyer that to do so might hurt
      his client's chances of getting off. Fernando is very much sorry,
      but you will understand: Tomas is family.


      Hoki the Jokester 22 Dec - 20 Jan

      Your mystery is: "What do gnolls keep in their wheelbarrows?"

      To the untrained observer, the gnolls' wheelbarrows look like they
      are piled high with garbage, but many people have wondered if that
      could possibly be all they carry? Fernando has consulted the stars,
      and they have answered the question: "Everything".


      The Rather Large Gazunda 21 Jan - 18 Feb

      Your mystery is: "Is there a talking dog in Ankh-Morpork?"

      Fernando had hardly been in the city for a week when he started to
      hear stories of a talking dog. No two of the stories are alike: some
      people say the dog is a great hound, as big as a bear and twice as
      fierce, working for the Thieves' Guild as enforcer. Others say it is
      a sausage dog from Uberwald, or the Chairman of the Royal Bank, Mr
      Fusspot. The stars say that the werewolves know, but they won't
      tell. Fernando has made his own enquiries, and can reveal that it is
      a poodle with pink fur. But the stars also say that all is not as it


      End of Part 5, continued on Part 6 of 6.
      If you did not get all six parts, write: interact@...
      Copyright (c) 2008 by Klatchian Foreign Legion
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