did_you_feed_thee_fish farmfish i'm bein' hungry see? what i be likin' is pisketti with loads of fromage. butterscotch dilly bars. pasteis de mata, anything to be doin' with apricots, avocadoes! i'll be climbin' a tree with a five gallon bucket. they is bein' thee dopest. clif bars, granola with goat's milk and frozen rapberries or blueberries. asiago on rye with thee roma 'maters. thee angel mayos it down and gives me a bite of thee heaven. fishes be gettin' thirsty see? and what they be drinkin' is strawberry lemonade mostly or thee grapiest of juice. and for dennis to be thee menace to his little world give him three rolling rock. 020927 ... spider from mars i be feedin da farmfishie some corn chowdah, if he be wantin it. 020927 ... farmfish i be definootly wantin' it spidee, bring it on with thee crunchiest of crackas... and be sittin' down with me and i be feedin' thee spider from mars some of hayden's explodin' lettuce sammich if you be wantin' it. 020928 ... spidah from mahs yes mr. fishie, as long as it be vegetarian (and wid a lotta honey_mustard!) yum. *proceeds to feed da fishie corn chowdah from boston* 020928 ... spider from boston funnily enough, i don't really have a boston accent. have lived here all mah life, though. eep. the corn chowder has a heavy boston accent. heh. pshaw? 020928 ... farmfish i just be talkin' to hayden and he be sayin' "me explodin' lettuce sammich is and always has been veggie, baby." and so i'm like, hayden how about honey mustardin' it? and he's all, "shit, yeah, comin' right up." so there it be, spidah, jest as you be askin.' so as to be proceedin' with the yumminess. and i must be sayin' thee corn chowdah is dope. it be right spicey, now. and doncha be thinkin' we should be discussin' dessert plans? 020928 ... sabbie dessert plans from this side of the table is home made many berry cheesecake, all marbled swirled red and white, and cups and cups and cups of tea. 020928 ... da spider in da kitchen farmfishie: if you still have room after you eat sabbie's dessert, i shall feed you some chocolate cake dat be so rich you be needin 7523849725 glasses of wa-wa or milk afterwards. p.s. dere be whipped cream on top! 020929 ... spider in da kitchen p.p.s. thankie muchies for da sandwich. it be yummy in da spider's tummy 020929 ... farmfish how nice is this bein' i say? me dear mate sab arrives bearin' me fave many berried-up gateau au fromage! i be swirlin' red and white with marbled joy, i am! and look at this would you...a thermos, or is it, yes, two thermi, of cozy tea. sleepy time? i be hopin.' coz thee pic of that tired ol' bear next to thee warm glow of thee fire is enough for me to grab every box off thee shelf, it is. welcome, sab. thee spidah from mahs is in thee kitchen whippin' up thee chocolatiest of cakes and i be headin' to thee goat shed to squeeze a gallon for afterwards. don't be worryin'...it be tastin' better than cow, 'specially when it is bein' all fresh-like. jest be makin' sure it's cold, now. there always is bein' room fer chocolate...no doubt. and so i be wonderin' to meself, what shall i be bringin' to this happy table? macroons, i say! 020929 ... spider climbing a coconut tree o my fishie, macaroons be a very very yummy dessert indeed, and i be wantin you to share some wid me. thankie in advance. 020929 ... farmfish here you be, spidah, a whole plate of toasty, fluffy, coconutty macroons, so many they be rollin' on to thee floor. climb on down from that tree and be wigglin' your way around thee staircase (watch your head!) and enjoy! now that our bellies be fulled up, it surely be time fer some right entertainment. do you be havin' any suggestions? 020930 ... spidah from mahs i be thinkin we go to grantchester meadows in cambridge, england and play some cards and some c_h_e_s_s. whatta ya say, fishie? ....and since this be a fantasy of sorts, time and space not be an issue, so da spidah will be able to make her way to da uk in da snap of a fingah. :) 020930 ... spider from mars p.s. have you ever been to da grantchester meadows, farmfishie? i went while i was in england several months ago, and dey be so tranquil and beautiful.... 020930 ... farmfish i be sayin' righto, spidah. we could dally 'bout cambridge corners, ride our bikes to thee pubs, green man and red lion, sip some flowin' ale, read some rupert brooke poetry, play some wicked games of red fox and chess at thee orchard tea gardens, and do a mad dive into byron's pool...what do you be sayin' ...? 021001 ... spider from mars i be sayin yesh yesh and yesh, mr. fishie. meet me on da fen causeway first, though, okay? 021001 ... david gilmour along the long road and on down the causeway do they still meet there by the cut? 021001 ... roger waters in the sky a bird was heard to cry misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds belied a deathly silence that lay all around 021001 ... rupert brooke ah god! to see the branches stir across the moon at grantchester! to smell the thrilling-sweet and rotten unforgettable, unforgotten river-smell, and hear the breeze sobbing in the little trees. say, do the elm-clumps greatly stand still guardians of that holy land? the chestnuts shade, in reverend dream, the yet unacademic stream? is dawn a secret shy and cold anadyomene, silver-gold? and sunset still a golden sea from haslingfield to madingley? and after, ere the night is born, do hares come out about the corn? oh, is the water sweet and cool, gentle and brown, above the pool? and laughs the immortal river still under the mill, under the mill? say, is there beauty yet to find? and certainty? and quiet kind? deep meadows yet, for to forget the lies, and truths, and pain?.....oh! yet stands the church clock at ten to three? and is there honey still for tea? 021001 ... farmfish i be waitin.' and when you get to where i be, i will be askin' what do you want to be doin? and if you say, "you tell me, fishboy," i'll say, let's go to thee playground first coz' fishes out of water love to play. and then we can be goin' to dogfish 'coz i'll be buyin' you sumthin new to wear for when we be goin' to waterstones. ummagumma, spidah! 021001 ... spidah from mahs i wanna give da fishie a hug. 021002 ... spidah from mahs but, um, farmfishie, can we go to blackwell's instead of waterstone's? blackwell's be bettah. i went dere nearly every week while i was in oxford. it be da best bookshop dere evah be! yesh. :) 021002 ... farmfish anything for me spidah. let's be going to thee king's arms end of broad street if we would and dip into blackwells. you be sittin' in thee butterfly chair and i'll be gettin' us a mocha with ghiradelli's and whipped cream. by thee way, what is that book you be havin' in front of you there? 021003 ... farmfish no doubt blushin and so, thanx for thee hug. it be soft as i can be imaginin.' here be a kiss for you, one on both cheeks. 021003 ... spidah from mahs !!!!! a kiss for da spidah?! thankie thankie thankie, mr. fishie! you be da sweetest fishie of dem all. the thing is, dere sorta be a branch of blackwell's in cambridge, too. i tink it bought out another bookshop dere. so after we be done chillin at da pub in oxford, let's go back to cambridge, okay fishie? we'll go back to some pubs dere, and den stroll on over to da fen causeway (again), and den keep walkin and end up *back* at grantchester meadows (of course) where we'll eat a snack dat we picked up at caffe nero. sound good, fishie? i tink so! p.s. da book you be seein da spidah readin be da wind in da willows! 021003 ... da spidah is sad god, i miss england. 021003 ... heffers bookshop yesh, i am da bookshop dat you be tinkin of. blackwell's be takin ovah us. but we be happy 'bout it, because blackwell's be fanbloodytastic, yesh indeed. 021003 ... farmfish and so spidah, while we be eatin' our snack under a tree in thee grantchester meadows, i be readin' from your copy of "wind in thee willows"... "and you really live by the river? what a jolly life!" "by it and with it and on it and in it," said the rat. "it's brother and sister to me and aunts and company, and food and drink and (naturally) washing. it's my world, and i don't want any other. what it hasn't got is not worth having, and what it doesn't know is not worth knowing." "he made for the cellar door, and presently reappeared somewhat dusty, with a bottle of beer in each paw and another under each arm. "self indulgent beggar you seem to be, mole," he observed. "deny yourself nothing." i be hopin' you is no longer bein' sad. england is in you. recreate thee times. 021004 ... spider from mars fishie! rummy_watermelon_puddles sip sip sip you be makin da spidah thirsty. 021217 ... farmfish so it's you spidah that has thee straw...???!!! now be leavin' me some of that rummy rum! 021217 ... p2 "pook pook pook" - lenore 021217 what's it to you? who go blather from