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<entry><title>Ne'er To Be Wed (poetry)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/Uberbanana/writeups/Ne%2527er+To+Be+Wed"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/Uberbanana/writeups/Ne%2527er+To+Be+Wed</id><author><name>Uberbanana</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/Uberbanana</uri></author><published>2009-12-05T13:17:31Z</published><updated>2009-12-05T13:17:31Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;A pretty young lass, she came to me;&lt;br&gt;
said take me away from my father. &lt;br&gt;
My sweet boy, I long to live free. &lt;br&gt;
I can stay here &lt;a href=&quot;/title/ne%2592er&quot;&gt;ne'er&lt;/a&gt; longer.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;If you would but take me to foreign shores, &lt;br&gt;
Gratefully, I take you to my bed. &lt;br&gt;
But make no mind I'll ever be yours, &lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;/title/Having+run+away+from+a+wedding+reception&quot;&gt;For I would ne'er to be wed.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So, I took the girl along with me. &lt;br&gt;
No more the life of a farmer. &lt;br&gt;
From forest to valley we wondered free. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;/title/The+Bonny+Bonny+Banks+of+Loch+Lomond&quot;&gt;Welcomed no danger to harm her.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Then came a claim to the hand of hers; &lt;br&gt;
she turned her eyes toward me. &lt;br&gt;
Though he was the son of wealthy stores; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;/title/Miss+Otis+Regrets&quot;&gt;we hung from the willow tree.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Days went by and seasons went round; &lt;br&gt;
we took leave from no other. &lt;br&gt;
But when soldiers, two riders they found; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;/title/Bonnie+and+Clyde&quot;&gt;iron clasped me and my lover.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Rope rings for the lass and me.&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>Nothing seems real until it touches you (fiction)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/Uberbanana/writeups/Nothing+seems+real+until+it+touches+you"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/Uberbanana/writeups/Nothing+seems+real+until+it+touches+you</id><author><name>Uberbanana</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/Uberbanana</uri></author><published>2009-02-20T08:54:04Z</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:54:04Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Scented+Memories&quot;&gt;smell&lt;/a&gt; got to me first.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Almost like a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/mesquite&quot;&gt;mesquite&lt;/a&gt; roast with a honey glaze.  It was a cooking fire after all.  &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Charnel&quot;&gt;Charnel&lt;/a&gt; scented with burnt timber, a clump of &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Lapsang+souchong&quot;&gt;caramelized sugar&lt;/a&gt; and flour melting onto the granite top.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;If I didn't know where I was, if I hadn't lived here but three hours ago, I would be apathetic to the blackened, smoky vista I now inhabited.  Nothing seems real until it touches you.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Chemical, electrical, kinetic, it was too soon to tell the exact source of the event that took my life away from me.  Had it been an accident or on purpose?  I don't know.  Was it the personal deed of a tired and pained person, or was it &lt;a href=&quot;/title/chickens+coming+home+to+roost&quot;&gt;the impassioned act of some angry other&lt;/a&gt;?  I couldn't tell.  I'm not sure if I truly want to understand the answers to these questions.  Answers would define the event forever, but mystery could always leave me with hope that my darker thoughts are false.&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>munchkin (thing)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/Uberbanana/writeups/munchkin"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/Uberbanana/writeups/munchkin</id><author><name>Uberbanana</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/Uberbanana</uri></author><published>2009-02-14T10:16:14Z</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:16:14Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Munchkin, like &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Nekojin&quot;&gt;Nekojin&lt;/a&gt; said, is hilarious, ridiculous fun&lt;a href=&quot;/title/More+Than+Meets+The+Eye+-+Part+1&quot;&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;  However it seems to have...exploded somewhat.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The original Munchkin was intended as a parody of &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Dungeons+%2526+Dragons&quot;&gt;D&amp;D&lt;/a&gt;, which it does splendidly with so many jabs at the players and makers of the game that anyone with even a passing knowledge of a vague concept of what D&amp;D could possibly be about would have a wonderful time laughing at/with this easy to learn game.  But on top of that there are so many obscure references to old rules, monsters, and &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Eric+and+the+Gazebo&quot;&gt;odd anecdotes from the community&lt;/a&gt; that the seasoned D&amp;D veteran will still have as much, if not more, fun.  And more is being added constantly.  As of this writing Munchkin has 7 &lt;a href=&quot;/title/expansion&quot;&gt;expansions&lt;/a&gt; (make that 8&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;...or rather 10&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;) each adding new content to the game.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;But Wait, There's More!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Since its original inception, the Munchkin card game has sprouted out to lampoon many other&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>Briefcase Full of Souls - Part II (person)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/Uberbanana/writeups/Briefcase+Full+of+Souls+-+Part+II"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/Uberbanana/writeups/Briefcase+Full+of+Souls+-+Part+II</id><author><name>Uberbanana</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/Uberbanana</uri></author><published>2008-09-20T11:17:39Z</published><updated>2008-09-20T11:17:39Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;Chapter Two&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&quot;Gabriel... I think that when she killed herself, your wife was &lt;a href=&quot;/title/pregnant&quot;&gt;pregnant&lt;/a&gt;.&quot;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Gabriel&amp;#8217;s eyes widened and his jaw clenched.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;#8220;Gabriel?&amp;#8221; Bastiaan called over the phone.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Gabriel&amp;#8217;s hand squeezed the phone tightly till his knuckles went white.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&amp;#8220;You still there, mon?&amp;#8221;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The phone surrendered a squeal as the plastic gave way, and the inner &lt;a href=&quot;/title/circuit&quot;&gt;circuits&lt;/a&gt; cracked under the pressure of Gabriel&amp;#8217;s loss.  
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
It was not &lt;a href=&quot;/title/anger&quot;&gt;anger&lt;/a&gt;, nor &lt;a href=&quot;/title/grief&quot;&gt;grief&lt;/a&gt; that Gabriel felt at that moment.  He had slid past those instantly.  He felt his skin tighten and all of his organs pull into a vacuum inside his chest.  His thoughts became focused as a razor-sharp clarity overcame his mind&lt;a href=&quot;/title/Equilibrium&quot;&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Gabriel went straight to the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/airport&quot;&gt;airport&lt;/a&gt; and bought a ticket for the first flight to New&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>The Purple People Eater (fiction)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/Uberbanana/writeups/The+Purple+People+Eater"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/Uberbanana/writeups/The+Purple+People+Eater</id><author><name>Uberbanana</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/Uberbanana</uri></author><published>2008-08-16T07:08:10Z</published><updated>2008-08-16T07:08:10Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;em&gt;The following is intended to be an &lt;a href=&quot;/title/earplay&quot;&gt;earplay&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Operator:&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;a href=&quot;/title/911&quot;&gt;911&lt;/a&gt;.  What is the nature of your &lt;a href=&quot;/title/emergency&quot;&gt;emergency&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Alfred:&lt;/strong&gt;  The-there's something in my house. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Operator:&lt;/strong&gt;  Can you be more specific? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Alfred:&lt;/strong&gt;  There's something in my house, and I want it gone! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Operator:&lt;/strong&gt;  Alright, sir.  Could you tell me your name? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Alfred:&lt;/strong&gt;  My name is Alfred Whinstein, and I live at 562 Diego St. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Operator:&lt;/strong&gt;  Alfred, do you need &lt;a href=&quot;/title/police&quot;&gt;police&lt;/a&gt; assistance? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Alfred:&lt;/strong&gt;  Yes!  Police!  Yes!  Anything! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Operator:&lt;/strong&gt;  Are you in danger? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Alfred:&lt;/strong&gt;  Yes!  Damnit, send someone over here now! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Operator:&lt;/strong&gt;  Alright, Alfred, I'm going to need you to speak calmly so I can get the information to police &lt;a href=&quot;/title/dispatch&quot;&gt;dispatch&lt;/a&gt;.  Someone is on&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>I'm Going to Go Back There Someday (thing)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/Uberbanana/writeups/I%2527m+Going+to+Go+Back+There+Someday"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/Uberbanana/writeups/I%2527m+Going+to+Go+Back+There+Someday</id><author><name>Uberbanana</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/Uberbanana</uri></author><published>2008-08-10T06:46:27Z</published><updated>2008-08-10T06:46:27Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;This looks familiar, vaguely familiar,&lt;br&gt;
Almost unreal, yet, it's too soon to feel yet. &lt;br&gt;
Close to my soul, and yet so far away. &lt;br&gt;
I'm going to go back there someday. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Written by &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Kenny+Ascher&quot;&gt;Kenny Ascher&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Paul+Williams&quot;&gt;Paul Williams&lt;/a&gt;, and performed by &lt;a href=&quot;/title/The+Great+Gonzo&quot;&gt;The Great Gonzo&lt;/a&gt;, originally appearing in &lt;a href=&quot;/title/The+Muppet+Movie&quot;&gt;The Muppet Movie&lt;/a&gt;, this song &lt;a href=&quot;/title/IMHO&quot;&gt;IMHO&lt;/a&gt; is the spiritual opposite of &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;/title/The+Rainbow+Connection&quot;&gt;The Rainbow Connection&lt;/a&gt;&quot; which appears earlier in the film.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sun rises, night falls, sometimes the sky calls. &lt;br&gt;
Is that a song there, and do I belong there? &lt;br&gt;
I've never been there, but I know the way. &lt;br&gt;
I'm going to go back there someday. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The &lt;a href=&quot;/title/scene&quot;&gt;scene&lt;/a&gt; where this &lt;a href=&quot;/title/song&quot;&gt;song&lt;/a&gt; is sung, is at night in the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/desert&quot;&gt;desert&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/middle+of+nowhere&quot;&gt;middle of nowhere&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;a href=&quot;/title/The+Muppets&quot;&gt;The Muppets'&lt;/a&gt; car has broken down beyond their ability to &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Zen+and+the+Art+of+Motorcycle+Maintenance&quot;&gt;repair it&lt;/a&gt;, and things are looking bleak.  Sitting around a campfire &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Rowlf&quot;&gt;Rowlf&lt;/a&gt; starts playing a tune on&amp;hellip;</content>
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