FFXIAH Linkshell Ni

rusty and almost completely useless

most of my memories are stored haphazardly in my brain, tossed into old deteriorating, moldy cardboard boxes with the wrong name written on the side. FRAGILE CHINA!! lost, misplaced, in an expansive wasteland filled with other mismarked boxes filled with outdated electrical schematics, detailed maps of cities, mechanical drawings, and broken pieces of machinery I try to piece together from time to time to make into new things.... and most of these memories stay locked away, never to be seen again.

but then somebody says something and like a baby spitting up a viscous ooze of my memory will moisten these very pages.

most of these stories have no great moral to teach or wisdom to bestow on the reader... they hobble around like a wino...the ending is usually ruined in the beginning, the middle is hazy and then it just kind of trails off without ever having a point...

some trigger word opens these memory boxes and just dumps the contents all over the table and then I sift through them, put a few pages together and then the phone rings and I hit the post button.

right and so anything you say can be used against you in a court of law... it's a coin toss really whether the things other people say get stored forever or instantly forgotten...

second favorite color

for no apparent reason stuck there like gum on the bottom of a shoe
and then it's wound up in the same box as another memory about colors and picking colors and weddings and two of our ffxi friends got married this summer and my wife makes these tutu bears for gifts like a flower girl gift and you can pick more than one color because for some reason women these days have more than one color for their wedding. flower girl gift

so the bride has picked her two colors for her wedding and my wife puts them on a tutu bear and the bride loves it so much she never even gives it to the flower girl she keeps it for herself... it's her two favorite colors... first favorite color, second favorite color Mosin's middle child daughter has a second favorite color

Holy *** ***Mosin's daughter is already planning her wedding!!!

Right and so it just hit me... one day you have all the dollies and stuffed animals all sitting in their assigned seats at the table for the tea party and the next day you are looking at a complex map of names on tables for her wedding.

Slivovitz!!

Then Flavin says something about picking the poison for a bet mosin lost and the first hing that popped in my head was Slivovitz it's a "rakia" kinda like a brandy made out of plums... The old men of the village right now as we sit here are fermenting this year's plums for this most insidious beverage. It takes many forms but the most potent tastes like moonshine with a tiny hint of plum... we received a bottle as a wedding present from our godfather and I shared it with some hard drinking canadian friends of ours one weekend and much merriment ensued.

It was in a Slivovitz bottle but it was the moonshine version which the godfather warned me about several times that it wasn't the kind you can buy in the store...

So my recommendation is a moonshine, drank long ago, from a bottle they probably don't even sell in montana with some good friends you haven't seen in a long time.

Friends that were at your wedding, Invite them over to reminisce and drink moonshine until their eyes twinkle like diamonds and their legs go numb.

Twenty two years ago... one of the colors was a dark forest green... what was her second color her second favorite color?

Dear God moonshine and wedding colors wild music and dancing in circles...maroon.

I need to make sure and then order one for our anniversary from her. Make up a fake name and see if she catches on it was me.

So the answers are Slivovitz,
the second color is important (because it pulls the whole wedding together) and something else....

some other third thing I will have to get back to you on.

there is a connection there somewhere <music box tinkling sound>

did row tell us he had two wedding colors? did zah?
wait a tick...... all Row's posts are gone!

Dec. 26th
Over sized shoes and squeaky red clown noses littered the crime scene yesterday in one of the most bizarre mass murders in Chicago history. Chicago Police Officer Ron Jeremy said he would never be able to watch the circus again after the nightmare he witnessed Christmas evening after responding to a 911 call...

According to a source from the local clown union/dispatch office, the clowns were en route to deliver a bizarre christmas gift of an enormous block of cheese to a local resident but when they all piled out of their tiny car they were mistaken for a hit squad and gunned down in a hail of bullets that seems to have been fired from all directions.

Chicago residents, ever vigilant due to the rising gang violence in their city, mistook the cheese package as a brick of C4 plastic explosives and abruptly opened fire. One of the troupe members, beloved local children's entertainer Stinky the Clown received as many as 87 separate gunshot wounds... all four clowns were pronounced dead at the scene. Identification of the four was hampered by the pancake makeup and prank mousetraps protecting their wallet pockets.

Officer Jeremy noted that perhaps ironically, because their clown car was so small, it was unable to provide the victims with any kind of cover and the clowns were unable to reenter the car quickly enough to escape the barrage.

Clown Union President, Gonzo the Clown, made a statement to the media later in the day that all other clown related deliveries had been cancelled. The clown union flag, a pair of pink polka dotted boxer style underwear was clothes-pinned at half mast...and several clown mourners had already painted their trademark smiles upside down.