Just finished the timeline for the #1850charla today…
Just finished the timeline for the #1850charla today. https://twitter.com/xtaforster/timelines/439577717525078016
Just finished the timeline for the #1850charla today. https://twitter.com/xtaforster/timelines/439577717525078016
This criminal is believed to be armed and dangerous. If you see him do not approach! Please contact local authorities immediately. This man is extremely dangerous! DO NOT attempt to arrest him yourself. Always call for backup first!
Hello Sellotape!
Sello Hellotape!
It is so good to see you here! Indeed your uses are many and various. Not only are you great for “sealing presents, making paper hats, edging table mats”, “taping up windows during the Blitz, sticking together modern pictures and documents”, you are also wonderful for sticking heads to bodies, plot lines to plot lines and pinning together narrative fragments.
Thank you, Sellotape!
Thank you Ciara! I do my best! But of course, I’m really nothing more than a fine baking ingredient, it is you the master baker who bring these recipes to life.
Just look at the beautiful way Oscar used me to save Donnie. In more primitive times poor Donnie would have to have been patched together with staples. Or those repulsive Frankenstein bolts! Oh the horror! Fortunately for Donnie, in our enlightened age Neurosurgeon / Woodworker Oscar was able to use me to bring the poor, long suffering Donnie to a better life!
Neither Oscar, nor Donnie ever call me anymore. What’s up with that? I hope it’s not because of that Tilly Losch chick! What’s she got??
Oh?
She doesn’t speak?
I always forget how infatuated Dummies are with the sound of their own voice!
Narcissistic bastards.
Oh, come now, Ellie. That’s a bit harsh! You can’t bully folk into correspondence. We’ve had a lot of stuff going on in the past week: Donnie was having nightmares about Ysidora and then his head fell off…Do you know how difficult it can be to reattach a head? And as for treating his nightmares…Well, as you can imagine, Donnie tended to seek comfort in a substance that, rather than soothe, seemed to amplify his fears.
I’m quite tired right now.
I’m sorry Oscar. We’ve already had this whole conversation and I already know you don’t like me that way and I thought I’d moved on, and honestly IDK what’s wrong with me. Gawd! I’m such a jerk! Feel free to just mute me or whatever. Or, haha, I guess you already did!
IDK, I think I’m just lonely or bored or something. I’m sure I’ll get over it. I should get a hobby. Or maybe a cat.
Oh, and I hate to ask, but if you could stop calling me “Ellie,” my name is Meg.
Dearest Meg Ellie O’Ryan, I’m really confused here…
Is “muting” the equivalent of online sulking? If so, well, no, I definitely don’t want to “mute” you and I wasn’t deliberately avoiding you or ignoring you I was, just as I mentioned, otherwise occupied. (Crash course in First Aid. Further on this anon). You are absolutely not a “jerk” – you are full of fun and an insatiable curiosity about life and this is wonderful.
With regard to the Ellie/Meg issue. I remember confiding in you that I wished “for purely practical/physiological reasons”, you were called Eliie” (this is an easier name for a vent doll to say). You replied that your second name is, in fact, Ellie and that I was welcome to address you as such. As this seems to no longer apply, I will, of course, address you as Meg. (Unfortunately, this sounds more like “Neg” from the mouth of a ventriloquist doll).
I need to…er…tape up a few things here. But I’ll be back later 🙂
I kind of thought Donnie would be more of a U2 kinda guy… but he totally blew me away when he took me to see Tupac!
Donnie kicks ass!!!
I sure hope Donnie arrives on this flight! You don’t think that tiny crack in the fuselage matters, do you? Travel as a disembodied head must be precarious. I sure hope Donnie’s ok and that my Tree Surgeon friend can help him!
Sweet Meggie, you’re breakin’ my heart, kid. I ain’t on that plane. I just dunno how to reach you, sweetheart. Geez, Meggie, it looks like you live in some kinda perfect, magical world: all those clean lines and…how’d y say it – rendered? – yeah, glossy rendered surfaces…and I just dunno how to get my…er…well…my head around it…Aw, Meggie, I’ve got tears in my eyes. I feel like I’m really disappointin’ you kid. I’m real sorry I’m not there, kid. Real sorry.
I know Donnie. The airline gate agent couldn’t find you either:
http://megoryan.me/post/74949112373/looking-4-donnie
But please don’t go to Oscar’s quack in Paris. He will bring you no peace. I’m certain of it.
For Ciara, Donnie and Oscar (and the other anthropormorphic forms interested).
http://boingboing.net/2014/01/27/big-mouth-heavy-doody.html
Fantastic! It’s excellent. Thank you, Molly!
Whaddya mean: “Fantastic! Excellent!” It’s tragic! Woeful! THEY BURNED THE PUPPETS DAMMIT!! Was there a Medici patron of NBC?
cackles
Oh, dearest Meg, given Donnie’s unfortunate penchant for the drink, it is more likely that he would be cast as the criminal rather than the witness in need of protection!
However, thank you for this image – it may, in fact, provide a good lead. That Timmy chap might know something. Indeed, he may be hiding something…
I hear you Oscar my friend. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but there’s something about that pinstriped suit that I just don’t trust…
I hope you find Donnie very soon! (or that he turns up in Sydney! 🙂
Hmm… maybe I should write “DONNIE” on a piece of paper and go stand at the SYD Arrival Gates?
Hey Donnie! Here’s a little pix of me with my Aunt Renie. Her best friend passed away suddenly and she was feeling a little melancholy, but then she decided to just go for it and enjoy life. She flew to Sydney to visit me. Here we are dancing on the Harbour Bridge. Where are you Donny? We should totally hook up sometime!
Geez, Meg, sweetheart, if I had an arm I’d offer you flowers…
Where am I? Where am I? Between a rock and a hard place. A rock and a hard place, kid.
Listen, kid, Oscar says he knows some fancy doctor in Paris who can kit me out with new arms and legs. New hands and stuff. But I sureas hell can’t afford the slow boat to Europe. Heck, kid, though, so I had this moment of – I dunno – prescience? drunken vision? of some guy – a wizard or magician or something in your neck of the woods who can make hearts and brains, movin’ parts – listen, kid, if he can make that stuff do you reckon you could ask him if he could make me a body?
Oscar says there’s a map – some Goggly Googly thing – I dunno – and y’have t’ follow a yellow brick road to find this surgeon guy…
You’re an amazing person Donnie. Some who haven’t gone through half what you have are just broken and bitter, but you sing love songs! I don’t care what anyone says about your raspy voice, it’s beautiful to me.
Paris doctor? IDK Donnie. Oscar has some crazy stories about hunting for “une mécanisme”. These things don’t seem to end well. I know a good tree surgeon here in Sydney. Do you want to come convalesce? Or maybe you can reach out for other experts in your area. If you hear some quack say “une mécanisme” though… run Donnie! Get the hell out while you can!
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