Melda' Laure's (in-)Famous trail of broken treaties Pumpkin Pie.

Back by popular demand:

ML - "Y'know, Quent would say this is a damn waste of good booze."

Ell - "d'ya think you should tell them that you created this recipie as a means of clearing out the house of all hard liquor to prevent the alcoholic's from ruining the holiday?"

"Tell you what Ellie, I promise not to reveal any of your personal vices- ok?"

"Ha ha ha, very funny."


Na Tarte Nirnaith

Prepare pumpkin pie filling from Can of Libby's solid pack pumpkin (for two pies) as usual. Substitute 1 cup of Cheap Rot-gut Off Label Supermarket Brand Rum (I wouldn't even use Bacardi) by reducing the amount of canned milk by a similar amount. Use dark rum of course, the nastiest 2nd distillation- not quite good enough for molasses type stuff.

At this point, if you're having a party, you can just serve up the pumpkin pie filling raw and call it pumpkin Egg Nog. Dont worry about the raw eggs- the booze just killed all the bacteria and any sense of taste you may have had.

Now, since rum has no appreciable solids and the pie would be runny, add in 1/2 cup of yellow corn meal in memory of all those poor two leggeds (and four leggeds) who bought the farm at the hands of the Nobles 500 year war against native freedom, and everything decent and worthy and living. Feel free to toss a pinch of meal to each of the four directions if you're into that sort of thing (easier to get away with if your kitchen is out of doors.)

And remember, not even all of Jagera's guns and 200 year Final Solution pogrom against wolves could prevent the final outcome. 500 years of sorrows (and for some, drowning them in booze) gets on you after a while. It doesn't matter, in the grand scheme of things our present miseries are winning for us a great reward and victory.

It is (after all is said and done) as declares Kiba: I've lost nothing. Paradise is empty if you're the only one there- it's meaningless without your friends, or if (like Jagera) you dont have any.

"Ellie, are you going to help in the kitchen or waste your life on the computer all evening?"

ooh, gotta go.

Elluindil is on Vacation.

may the valar keep you
may heaven's light shine upon you
until we meet again...

(oh, yeah, we'll be back, soon as he gets his head back in focus. I'll post a summary here soon, events permitting. In the meantime, turn off the TV news, and go chase your tail or something.)

auta i dagor aranelyi ?

Sentio vis magnam perturbationem.

Jeezis! This is worse than 911 and way worse than Japan! Ammanye Atarelya! At this rate there wont be any nobles left by the time Ellie finishes this exposition...

Ummm... I think the kid just passed out... I shouldn't have told him the death toll. Jeez! Even Jaggera's troops didn't deserve this sort of shit - (ok, well I mean, even if they DO, but even thugs have kids you know.) I fear I will sound like a broken record, but you simply must not be angry at all the nasty and evil people that are tormenting the wolves (or you). It will just distract you from the real prize. Look at poor Quent: no amount of revenge could ever fill his pit of misery. That sort of thinking will never get you to... aw crap!

War sucks. Elli is totally worthless when this shit goes down, even when the bad guys get their comeuppance (he just isn't the sort to care about things like revenge) - kid's going to be a nervous wreck...


牙の錬金術勝利

well maybe not. The war of the nobles may just have ended. Give my regards to K Nobumoto if you ever run into her.

Melda out. sk..

Supernova Pinwheel

thunder of heaven! nous sommes baises!

You know it's a serious bear market day when Ursa Maior gets a friggin CROWN! Hot new supernova in the pinwheel galaxy!

In a long discussion of "the art" we are often reminded of the "star" which appears on the material at the final stage of the process. (you know, just before the northern lights go all bonkers and everybody gets killed).

This star (says F.) reminds us of the epiphany cake, the little bather, the fish (" oh see how I drown in this sea!" ) the urchin or erkina, or in french, il ourson, the little bear which is the constellation that contains the Pole Star, shining at the apex of the alchemical sky.

Now if Kiba only spoke Nahuatl (or one of a few other unrelated languages) he might have remembered that Cuetlachtli is not only the word for Wolf (as distinct from Coyotli) but it is also the word for bear. Well, at least Quent put them both in the short list of reasons for being well armed "if you go out to the woods tonight you're sure to get a big surprise!" it's no teddy bear picnic.

Now students of greek will recall that Polar Bear is arktos polaris, and that bear is in fact arktos, or arktikos depending on whether or not googletranslate is to be trusted.

Oso
Ursin
Ours
Ourso
Arth (welsh) arthur
Melda's Favorite beer: Stella Artois
Arktos
Arktikos ( a proximite' d'el ours - "near the bear")
Arctic.

Poor Kiba, the wreched arctic wolf. He pretty much wiped out half a brigade of Jagera's troops. (ok so they we're asking for it). Part of Jagera's plan, no doubt, to make him even mo' miserble than he already am. It's a sort of Cognitive Dissonance, fill you with evil and suck the life out. All of that just makes it harder to forgive the evil done to you, and incidentally to prevent you from achieving what it was you came after to begin with.

"Ellie, are you sure you're ok? that's a bit on the bloody side for you. I think you'd better have a stiff one before you pass out, how about a nice chartreuse on the rocks? The heart of heaven is fixed while the earth spins out of control"

Huh? (Gah, this stuff is awful! Ar we out of miruvoir?)

"oh, just a bit of old carthusian doggerel, stator crux, mentras vuelta na rota mundi - and I'm not at all sure that Artois has ANYTHING to do with Artur - though it does pertain to the artesian well, fontsagrada, and whatnot."

I think i'd better sit down, I"m getting dizzy...

" 'a hisenno, skaal! - you know if we lived on the planet Uranos, our pole star would point at the heart of heaven, eta ophichae."

Yeah, but the long winters would be way too depressing.

"And speaking of gravity, dont forget the spacetime torsion."

Enough Melda! I thingmbtk I'm going to be sick!

Cartago Delendra.

カルタゴは、 破壊

Looks like Kiba has learnt to write. Ben Bernanke got up this morning and there was a scrawl in the snow outside his bedroom window (in August? what's the world comming to!). The FBI reported back to him. "Sir, it's wolf piss - and we think the writing is in some form of archaic Japanese. But we cant figure it out - there are no wolves in Japan."

That's the stupiddest logic I've ever heard, who the BLEEP cares! Just tell me What the flook does it say!

"A message from heaven: Say to the west, Bab-il-Lon is Destroyed." That's what we think it says- actually it says literally "the gateway of heaven is forever barred from you" The translators are still arguing.

What, cant you read the eff-ing handwriting? Go arrest that Martin Armstrong guy!

Waiter, we'll have the Roadkill Amador and a bottle of chardonnay - um, to go.

Highway 88


what did you take me into the mountains to see, Melda?
a willow twisting in the wind?
nobles in Prada boots?

a coyote I saw, lying dead on the double yellow line. I
would have moved if off the road, but you said no-
"would you deprive the crows of their meat?" I dont
know why. On the afternoon I saw the other one
on the shoulder. Did I miss it on the morning pass? Please
say yes. If only I had tossed the other to the side of the road!

What did I take you into the mountains to see?
Willow reeds twisted by mortal hands
or bankers in Armani suits?

Saw you one or two? Or did your eyes see what I saw?
Saw you two dead brothers, where I saw two
brothers reunited in their original form? Would you
have left the one to mourn the other alone? Did the blackbirds
make a nest of your hair, or wer they picking cobwebs? Please
Say they were saying hello and not cursing you.

What did we go to Amador to see, otorno?
Strands - woven from old roots, hina. Too deep for nobles.
With noses too dull to find them.

What a hopless case- I had to take him Past treasure island and kirkwood.
On El Dorado Hwy up the hill from twin bridges to cool his head
Until his tears froze in the snow before I dragged him home:
Look, bozo, there's one covering his scat... and there's another
in the tall grass on this side of the barbed wire, watching the cattle.
and there's another, hunting mice in the alfalfa...

What did I take you to see?
Neither guns nor liquor can free
the earth from flowers stars and trees.

Can we PLEASE finish this Wukking Exercise! Dammit - next time I'm sending
your invitation to Keikosan instead!

doggies on Tia's "Polar express"

Randa Isil "re-mix"

Our paw prints disappearing,
There are fewer of us now,
This is what our race was fearing,
And humans disavow.

Our homes are gone,
And we are left to wander.
Hoping to make it until dawn,
We cried at the moon and pondered.

We say you humans need a tune-up
But few if any care,
They do these things - total screwup,
This world we have to share.

Your polluting and your dumping,
And credit card fueled spending,
The gas you cant stop pumping,
When the banksters were all lending:

Maybe when the lights go out
You'll tally up the damage done,
Gaze at the moon, and cuss and shout,
And wonder where we've run.

A Rakuen, soft light and hallowed
The garish earthly lights did hide.
And HAARp'ing sound laid fallow,
Where now the wolves abide.

Apologies to Tia, who is no longer "Age 14"
(Disclaimer: Imitation may be the sincerest form of flattery - but not necessarily endorsement


"Not bad, conetzin, considering it's all plagiarized"
"I didn't say hers was good, nor mine better"
"Hmmm... looks like a hard read, according to the software here:"
"You're kidding!, you gonna believe an algo or you're own lyin' eyes?"