Good evening BillW. Have a seat and stay a while.
The big game of the year is on. Five talented women banging up against 5 other talented women. Wow, what a sport!
Update from Umm Qasr - all our dolphins are doing great, including Tacoma, who seems to have met the dolphin equivalent of those 5+5 ladies described by BillW in the waters of the Gulf: after clearing mines, checking for suspicious divers, escorting Kuwaiti tankers and other hard jobs, Tacoma presumably went off to party with the local 1001-nights talent for a while. Back in his pool, Tacoma - clearly a gentleman - just ate his sardines and said not one word <G>
Yes, but we notice he had a digital camera set up before hand.
Oh, no, he didn't - that pic came from an unrelated site >>
http://www.polaris.net/~rblacks/dolphins.htm
>> which includes this wonderful text:
"Dr. Lilly was attempting to make Dolphin #8 whistle a burst of a given pitch, duration and intensity in order to obtain a reward. The dolphin quickly caught on. Every time he whistled his blowhole would move and a whistle would be emitted. Then Dr. Lilly noticed that the dolphin had added a new rule to the game. He was raising the pitch of each subsequent whistle. Suddenly, the blowhole twitched, but no sound. He had passed our hearing range. No sound-- no reward. Dolphin #8 emitted two more supersonic twitches and the third was hearable. From that time on he did not go out of Dr. Lilly's acoustic range. The Dolphin had determined what his hearing range was and stayed within it. [....]
As far as I know this is the first time that an obvious experiment has been performed on a human by another species -- and put into use afterwards. "
hmmmmmmmm, did Dr. Lilly get a sardine?
Dr Lilly responded appropriately by salivating on cue.
Are you guys fighting with each other in my house? Hummmmmmm.......probably not, my friends wouldn't do that........
I don't know about Dr. Lilly, but I'm salvating for my lunch. But I don't like sardines.
Fighting, no fighting here - we all interested in this dolphin trains human trick!
Well, BillW, that's very good to hear. I thought it must be the case. My friends are all so well behaved. Had lunch yet? I suppose you have. My schedule is always late. Sit down here for a while and join me for tea.
Oh, btw HofT, good to see you. Great story about the dolphins. Some people are skeptical about everything.
Had my beans earlier but I'll hang about off an on!
Listening in on this interesting conversation, Diane thanks HofT for the fascinating story of the dolphin training the trainer. Of course, we all know that our pets have us very well trained.
Hi BillW and Lola. Withers, a cup of tea please, with milk and sugar. Hmmm, I think I'll sit upwind of BillW.
<arriving after carefully tying down Wobbly Goblin in airplane hangar behind Lola's townhouse and hugging all horses in adjoining stables; Withers, duly warned in advance of impending crash-splash-landing (newcomers to thread better not inquire) on ELF (extra-low-frequency) was standing by with basket of apples to be given to each horse; horses nuzzle HofT who promises to take them for a gallop in Central Park first thing tomorrow a.m.>
<enters Lola's Salon, hugs BillW - btw, Diane, he just smells of after-shave; besides, anyone with a darling wolfie as avatar has to be a decent person - and collapses on cushion by fireplace>
Bring more logs, for heaven's sake! It's April, what's with the snowstorms on the East Coast?! Could someone please tell me what's been happening around here - and why is Blatham newly baptized "project specialist"?! Bring a glass of Dom Perignon, Withers, and please leave the bottle in that ice bucket there..... WHAT? no crushed ice, only regular ice cubes??? Truly this place appears neglected - hope lady of the house will soon appear and establish some order! <G>
>>> P.S. just notices Dys sitting in corner by himself - jumps up and kisses him (carefully avoiding hat rim, beard, and mustache) and settles down by roaring fire (at last!) while sounds of ice cubes getting pounded into slivers for her champagne bucket are heard from the kitchen. <<<
Oh, was Fatima here? Only she wears marabou feather boas - such as I see wrapped on the Madame Recamier sofa! Pray tell!!
Withers, darling.........now I don't want to be critical, but why do we have regular ice cubes in the ice bucket? The ice machine is broken down and the repair man is on the way? Don't we have a spare ice machine? We don't? That's very poor planning.
<Lola shakes her head in disbelief.>
Well, Love, don't worry just call up and order one to be delivered right away. We can't have our guests going without crushed ice, now can we?
Oh HofT, champagne is what I need.
<Lola and HofT have been sitting by the fireplace, sipping champagne, and playing poker; HofT explained the rules to Lola - very, very quick on the uptake, Lola, btw! - and asked her to memorize those verses we got courtesy of Dys last time HofT was here:>
"You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done. "
"Seven card stud, deuces and one-eyed Jacks wild" announces HofT; she deals, both ladies start betting - when suddently there's some commotion at the entrance of the townhouse! Withers is seen rapidly walking towards the door to see what's going on...... <G>
What is this?
Lola has huge hollywood wind fans all over. Hiama has his air ionizer here. The one for jumongous one for the Mothership. Six other other air ionizers scattered about .......
A squadron of EMS trucks leave Lola's place, now, with their red and blue lights turned off. Last count 12 fire trucks were in queue to return to respective Fire Houses.......
A redheaded woman (eeek! actually her hair is purple) wig is askew. Like a hat in a windstorm purple and red hair intermingle.....and look at all these fellows with too-pays. {Must have cost them a bundle: never knew}
Fatima overhears a lone gossip hanging around the doorway, outside...
"Tossing the debt, they did. They did". Shaking head, "it is the American way and look at the fire it created".
Not giving it another thought, Fatima sees HotT and shrieks. Helen, I have not seen you since Atlantis? HoT, {sniff, sniff}, what is that charred smell?
it reminds me of the time you were in the hull of the golden horse.
Fatima whips out her personal air ionizer and straps it to her neck.
....Good thing I did not wear that Pink Chiffon Dress, I was considering. Not with this inside wind.
One just does not know, does one?
<Hanging on the silk chandelier is Cheshire, for dear life> Good thing Cheshire was not declawed, much against my better judgment...ok, selfish judgment.
Ah////a seat.
fatima10
Lola's Salon
Stradee almost lands on EMT <exhausted from recon flight over Alaska> mistaking vehicles for moved landing lights ~ Taxis to stables where Palamino whinnys a happy greeting.
"Hi guy ~ missed you too". Nuzzles and hugs ~ Stradee promises a short visit with friends, then a run in the park, < but not before preparing
a bran and Omeline treat for wonderful horsie>
"Hi all" greets Strad. "Withers, a glass of Trentino, please" ~ Stradee finds a seat by the fireplace, curls up, and immediately falls fast asleep.
Damn, the Senate busy today ~ rushing from assembly to committee ~
and in one important meeting, desks constructed of ice blocks / four senators holding petitions yelling " will raise ya ten!" Ladies and aces win the hand and wolfies safe at refuge another day.
Tornado alert in the halls! Cat n' the hat sails past conference room/aides consoling Montana Buffalos ~ Bill W's avatar leads the stampeding herd
toward higher ground ~ Stradee comizzeratin' with senator resembling Withers.
Pause for alpha...
Hi Gang,
Ionisers working Ok ? Fatima, nice to see you.
I see a card school eh, Lola , Hoft, Diane, BillW, Stradee parking her air riding device.
Hoft, Blathams handle should be protect specialist not project specialist, he is the bouncer /armed muscle at this joint.
Regarding all this flying malarky, if god had wanted us to fly he would have given us wings-it aint natural I tell you and no good will come of it. Next you'll be saying that women want the vote.
Scandalous.
Is that "card school" like a house of cards hiama. Give me a branch water - on the rocks and make it fizz!
