Tell Me

[Geoffrey]

I would love to have some chips with you Geoffrey!

okay next time I'm in Norway or you're in Canada let's share a plate of chips and listen to the four seasons (my fav. Is Winter and you?) but you must keep your feet a proper distance from my feet though, as I don’t meld souls on a first get together (well not usually).

kisses,

Cate

p.s. what do you think the jaguars would do if this kid played for them
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GxplDa3M ... re=related
– perhaps they would just fight to the little death and that would be enough.

That was a nice video. I was expecting Frankie Valli, Cate. I think the jaguars would run rapidly around in circles until they melted into butter so that Black Mumbo could make more pancakes for Little Black Sambo. Anyway, today I don't have anything to talk about. It is often like that when someone is alone. If just you and I were together eating pommes frites I would probably find something to talk about half the time, unless you had a therapeutic need to use my ears as containers in which to empty your mind. Some people are compulsive talkers, and that is a very unattractive and even anti-social affliction. Nothing worse than not being able to get a word in edgeways. When I am with two normal people I am careful not to talk more than approximately one third of the time, and therefore I always ask, when meeting up with folks, if they can estimate the duration of how long our chatting is likely to be. That way I can more accurately calculate the total length of time I can dominate the conversation without raising suspicion that I am not normal. I don't use a stop-watch or anything like that; I am good at mental arithmatic and work it all out while their lips keep flapping and yapping some painfully boring story that would entice several yawns, all of which would politely need to be stifled, if I listened to it. You know royalty do not handle money because they disassociate themselves with anything considered plebeian - it's simply too vulgar for them to touch. When shopping they take with them a servant who carries 'the royal purse'. Also in their entourage is a bodyguard to physically stop anyone coming up and talking to them. The commoner is then manhandled into the vicinity of detectives as the royal party proceed undisturbed about their business. I often wonder if Queen Elizabeth has ever eaten a chip - probably too 'plebeian' for her, wouldn't you say? She doesn't have to do any mental arithmatic and I would wager she has never eaten a chip in her life. She has been cheated of that little pleasure. That is why cruel fate ordained that Hitler should have no grave, for it would have been the most pissed upon piece of real estate in the world; a pleasure our bladders were cheated from enjoying. St Augustine, an African patriarch of the christian church, taught that all aggression stems from original sin, the fall of man in the Garden of Eden. Well, maybe he was right - but isn't that the same country that Little Black Sambo story comes from? You are quiet, Cate - now it's your turn.

Kisses back.
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As this thread is called 'Tell me', perhaps it is appropriate to play a song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k85t3NCTA7E

Tell me, tell me I've got to know.
Tell me, tell me before I go.
Does that fire still burn, does that flame still glow
or has it died out and melted like the snow? Tell me, tell me!

Tell me, what are you focused upon?
Tell me, will it come to me after you're gone?
Tell me now with a glance or a sigh,
shall I hold you close or let you go by? Tell me, tell me!

Is that the heat and the beat of your pulse that I feel?
If it's not that, then what is it you're trying to conceal?
Do you have any secrets that will only come out in time?
Do you lay in your bed, do you stare at the stars?
Is your male friend, someone, who'd known an old acquaintance of ours? Tell me - yes, tell me!

Tell me, are those rock 'n' roll dreams in your eyes?
Tell me, behind what door your treasure lies.
Ever gone broke in a big way?
Ever gone the opposite of what the experts say? Tell me - mmm, tell me!

Is it some kind of game that you're playin' with my heart?
How deep must I go, where do I start?
Do you have any morals, do you have any point of view?
Is that a smile that I see on your face?
Will it lead me to glory or lead me to disgrace? Tell me - mmm, tell me!

Tell me, is that man named in your book?
Tell me, will you go back and take another look?
Tell me the truth, don't tell me no lies,
are you anybody's someone who prays for or cries? Tell me - mmm, tell me!

[Cate]

Franky Valli? ... oh ya, the guy from the Greece movie, well that would go well with our pommes frites, that's a fancy way of saying it isn't it, without the earth it sounds sounds like fried apples - we just say frites here, well not here, Quebec - Have you had poutine? it's chips with curd on top and hot gravy on top of that but you'll have to ask if the gravy is meat based, mind you the curd likely contains rennet (made with the stomachs of baby cows) so it may not be a dish for you. If it were just you and I alone eating our chips, I would gladly let you have a larger portion of the talking time, as to be honest I'm often on the quiet side, now if you didn't want to talk more then the 50%, I could do 30-35% and we could just sit quietly with each other for the other 15% of the time or if that bores you we could play a game of thumb wrestling (warning I'm pretty good). I bet the queen has had a chip or two in her day - I heard she watches coronation street in her spare time, I can see her curled up in her bathrobe eating chips fantasizing about going to the corner shop for gum like a commoner. Did you know that Hitlers Mother married her Uncle - I don't know if this is actually true, but she did call him uncle. Maybe that was just part of a game they liked to play. I didn't know about hitler being attacked by a goat though, do you really think that he was trying to pee down it's throat though? sounds suspicious, sound like he needed an excuse for why his bit's and pieces were in a goats mouth. I think that we are very lucky that Eve had the sense to grab one of those apples, just think you would never have been born if she didn't and I'm sure that after a few thousands of years even the Garden of Edan would have become a horrible bore - I'm sure God planted the tree purely for the entertainment value he knew it was sure to bring. I looked up the black Sambo story (gotta love the internet) weird story, but boy that Sambo kid could really pack away the pancakes

hugs,

Cate (who is becoming a Bob Dylan fan)

[imaginary friend]

Hi Cate, hi Geoffrey,

Just butting into your conversation to tell Cate that I really enjoyed the YouTube clip of funtwo rockin' Vivaldi – scratch that – I loved it!

Geoffrey wrote:
...I could never eat the corpse of a dead animal.

Good Lord Geoffrey, was that a live salmon you enjoyed for dinner the other night then?

OK, OK, I know that if there's anything more irritating than talking to someone who won't shut up, it's having someone butt into a conversation uninvited... but it's somewhat glum around the forum these days; Jack gone, Violet gone, Manna gone, no-one for Lion to harass, ho-hum.

We need to SPICE things UP!

[Cate]

psss.... I.F.

We need to SPICE things UP!

I'll tell you what - why don't you slip into something black and rubbery, I'll grab those straps that Ms. V has left and we can meet back in the private massage, I mean message area to discuss this very important issue.

[imaginary friend]

Psst Cate –

Who are we punishing today? I need to figure out what size head, so I can match size to the mask-thingie...

[Cate]

oh oh, I think we've run out of people

perhaps we should just enjoy some chips and odd but enjoyable conversation.
Maybe Geoffrey will take us over to his wine store later - I've heard they have a very unique selection

[Geoffrey]

Cate wrote:
>Well that would go well with our pommes frites, that's a fancy way of saying it isn't it, without the earth it sounds sounds like fried apples - we just say frites here, well not here, Quebec. Have you had poutine? it's chips with curd on top and hot gravy on top of that but you'll have to ask if the gravy is meat based, mind you the curd likely contains rennet (made with the stomachs of baby cows) so it may not be a dish for you. . . . Did you know that Hitler's Mother married her Uncle - I don't know if this is actually true, but she did call him uncle. Maybe that was just part of a game they liked to play. I didn't know about Hitler being attacked by a goat though, do you really think that he was trying to pee down it's throat though? Sounds suspicious, sounds like he needed an excuse for why his bit's and pieces were in a goat's mouth.

You are telling me that on the tombstone of Adolf's dad it says: "In loving memory of a good father and a great uncle"? All I know about his 'bits and pieces' is that a Russian soldier called Vasiliy Zudropov found Hitler's body and cut his cock off. When Vasiliy's son sold it at an auction in 2003 the entire organ was found to measure just two and a half inches. No, I can eat chips with most things, but not unless I was tripping out on acid would I consider smacking onto them a dollop of lemon curd mixed with some ingredient siphoned from a cow's guts. As for meat, I consume very little - especially swine. To make it more appetising to one's palate the English disguise the truth by using its French name. Therefore, when it's gruntin' in its sty it's a pig that's gonna die, but when it sits there on your fork - you prefer to call it pork.

[Cate]

2 ½ inches – was that ummm… well… was he, ahhm … oh never mind, it’s a gross thought – blach,
I think you’re just trying to put us off the chips – we can always order more you know.

I’m not meat fan, my Grandmother used to make me eat blood pudding as a punishment for being so pale, I didn’t like the taste of meat even then so trying to get that down and keep it down was horrible. Have you ever seen how they keep milk fed veal – the lucky ones go in a field in little plastic igloo like containers that prevent them from eating the grass or moving around too much, but I guess that’s better then the factory animals who’ll never see the sun or a blade grass. Why would a guy cut off another guys penis – what kind of souvenir is that – look kids, can you guess what this is!? oh yes it’s a little stinky, I’ve had it shoved in my pocket for the last few weeks. Samurai’s used to hack off body parts, but those people were still alive not dead. Do you know why a samurai sword has a bend in it? (you probably do but I’m going to tell you anyways as I just found out myself) – it’s because when the blade is almost finished they paint one side with clay then throw it into the fire until it starts to glow. When ready they throw the piece into a big container of water – the clay causes one side to cool at a different rate then the other side causing… a bend.