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PatchOBlack Announces Bumper Marshmellow Crop
PatchO'Black gave an group of folks a tour the area where marshmellows come from. Grown in magical mellow marshes, the plants resemble reeds or pussy willows with the mellow on top. Taught by a master Jellicle at a young age, and planted with great care, PatchO'Black says that marshmellows must be handled with great care as they are planted and grown. Patchy grows both regular and miniature marshmellows. When asked the difference between care of and determination of what plants grow, Patch replied that , you just have to know how to grow them.
Patchy's claims his marshmellows are better than the kind that come from a candy factory because they don't give you cavities, and they taste better being freshly grown. A group of folks, being invited to the mellow marsh, stuffed themselves on marshmellows which were fresh off the plant. And tasted better than any you will find in the store. If you see PatchOBlack, ask him for a few, you won't regret it.
Mouser Revealed
Contributed To @Action News by Mouser
Ten Things About Mouser You Were Afraid To Ask:
10. Hey, you can't eat that--it's too big for you to swallow!
9. And why ARE you always trying to eat everything in sight?
8. Snakes have scales to move around on. How do you manage it?
7. Can I have your skin after you shed it? I could use a nice sleeping bag.
6. Were you hatched from an egg or or did your momma bear you live?
5. Speaking of females...are you REALLY a male?
4. Aw, come on...why not?
3. How did you dig all of those tunnels I see you popping out of?
2. Didn't I see you on an episode of L.A. Law?
1. You don't look like any weasel I've ever seen. What happened?
Anniversary Of First Raccoon On Moon
Thursday was the anniversary of Neil Armcoon's first steps on the Moon. In honor of this great event and other historical breakthroughs in the Raccoon space program, the Park Of The Day was the Taurus Littrow Valley, on the surface of the Moon, and the money was Liberty Bell Sevens. Although some confused this date with that of Human, Neil Armstrong's landing, which many still wrongly believe was the first landing of any creature on the Moon, the day was met with a nod to its significance, and fleeting discussions of the effort and money spent by American Raccoons to beat the 'Reds' there, thus winning the space race, and proving Democracy was more powerful than Coonunism.
Much Ado About Nothing
Entering 'find' the other day revealed that a large number of folks had gathered in this one place. Going there, it was discovered that it was just a place and the folks were just there. There was discussion concerning why folks came to that particular place, and the most common answer was 'Because everyone else is here'. Although it was impossible to determine who was in this place first, to attract everyone else, others stated that they thought '..since others were here, I figured something was going on.' Once there, they found nothing going on, but rather than idling in their usual places, they all enjoyed staying put and giving others the impression something new and exciting was happening in a new, rarely visited area.
Just like someone standing on a corner looking up into the sky at nothing, who attracts a crowd of people who stand there trying to see what it is he is looking at, the crowd grew and grew, yet remained strangely inactive. Finally, as dawn broke, the crowd faded off to their respective resting places, to nurture fond memories of what ever it was they thought was going on.
Yiffy Tech Support Well Received
A large Internet Service Provider, offering On Line Tech Support through a Java Chat format, has found success offering 'Yiffy Tech Support'. The tech support chat format, found to be similar to that of Mucks, and used by mostly twinks to ask such questions as, 'Where's the any key?' and 'Do I need to be on line to send email to love@aol?' was soon found by the ISP to be more popular to these users if made more 'yiffy'.
A few adjustments to the chat were made to made these users more comfortable, including adding the suffix 'Fox' to the names of the support techs (TsJohnFox or TsSallyFox ect. the Ts standing for Tech support, but seen as TS by users, and added if unforeseen addition to the yiffy ambiance of the service.) Those waiting for tech support were sent to a XXX Truth or Dare hot tub room, where interaction with other's who enjoyed the yiffy format could spend their time waiting in pursuit of more involved interaction with others seeking tech advice.
Generally, time spent by Support Techs in solving user's problems was short, once they were told what the 'any' key was (Just hit enter) and that they didn't assist AOL customers.
Ah Yes, Something New Has Been Added
The feeling many had that they were being watchedfor, has been replaced by a certainty that something new has been added. Opinions vary on exactly what that might be. Theories range from just a new message being added to a monthly charge to use the muck. Although charging to use the muck has been directly denied by a spokesperson of management staff, no other hints were made known. As of press time, no undeniable evidence of what the feeling of something new actually relates to has been found.
Contributed to @Action News By TimesHeart Tiger
No, I am not a CareBear Critter, but similar
in abilities and powers. I'm about 6'4" tall, and weigh in at about
270 pounds of sinewy muscle and fur. I have hazel eyes. It's kinda funny
what can happen when you least expect it, yet there I was about to
encounter something that would change my life forever...
You see, a friend of mine who is in the Peace Corp, acquired a scrap of
tiger's pelt, and shipped it back to the states to me as a souvenir. When
this item arrived, I, who was working part-time at a newly-built research
facility as an assistant, was showing the scrap to several of my newly
acquired co-workers. I work nights at this place, and after receiving this
scrap of tiger's pelt, had sewn it unto my work gloves, so that I could
pretend I was the tiger while doing my job. Late one night, the liquid in
tube-canister #8 reached a dangerous (and very critical) level, and the
glass tube shattered in a ringing explosion. Well, besides myself, only 2
others were at the lab that night, and we all rushed into the work area
when we heard the exploding sound. We hurriedly shutdown the alarms and
other canister controls, and began cleaning up the smelly and sticky mess.
Although we tried being careful, as you might imagine, there was just too
much of the glowing green ooze there to avoid getting any on you, and
during clean-up, I must have gotten some on my tiger's pelt/work gloves
when I was emptying the pail. One of the others had called in the
supervisors about the accident, and as they were arriving, that's when the
'mutagen-mixture' activated, and I transmogrified into the humanoid-tiger
creature known as TimesHeart.
I was placed within a high security confinement hospital, owned by the
labs, and was given several tests to see if I had been harmed mentally by
the transmogrification. I passed their tests, and also demonstrated
several new powers. These powers seem to include, but are not limited to,
Time Alteration (able to slow down, speed up, or even, stop time, at
will), the Aura of Heart (able to heal by touch or by shooting a ray out
from my chest), and all of the reflexes and
senses of an Indian Tiger. I was given high security code status within
their organization, though I felt that such powers were better used to
help others, rather than being abused by a privately-owned research
foundation. So, I secretly use my powers to help others whenever I can,
although, I am still watched by my sponsors
Wizzard Gets BotSpot
This week one of our Wizstaff got and retained the botspot for several days in a row. When asked if he maintained the spot more easily because he never timed out on being idle, the Wiz said, "Nope. I've been sitting in front of this machine for three days, fourteen hours and...three minutes. Really." It was noted that the Wiz got the botspot not by waiting for others to go to sleep, but by sneaking up on those connected longer and simply @toading them. It was thought that the @toading of Findra, Server Wiz might have had serious repercussions, but it was found that she had simply remained connected with her 'ping' on and hadn't noticed before the error was rectified.
Raccoons and Shinies
Raccoons and Shinies A report released by CoonCo Research
Contributed to @Action News By Royce
Years of extensive research has inferred that Raccoon's attractions to shiny objects is based upon early food gathering techniques and processes used by Raccoons before they became civilized. A study by Alum and Foil (1976) indicate that prehistoric Raccoons made fish a major part of their diets, thus making an appreciation and sensitivity for shiny objects a survival trait. Other studies have indicated that Raccoons' generally good hygenic habits have lent to this appreciation for shiny objects, as an object that was shiny was considered clean, and thus ready for consumption.
But what explains the attraction non-food objects have on modern Raccoons? A study by Farr and Ouht (1993) indicated that a chromosome largely unknown in other mammals may be what causes the Raccoons' love of bright shiny things. Even though an attraction to shiny objects is no longer needed for survival, these inborn traits developed by the early raccoons still remain strong to this day. Many Raccoons collect such objects, and typically the quantity of shinies one posseses is considered an indication of how Raccoony one is.
A big, wide, high, bright pile of glittery shiny glowing things is heaven for a Raccoon. No Raccoon in his right mind would pass up a chance to add another wonderful pretty shiny thing to his pile of hte most wonderful of all objects in the world, his own pile of shinies. In fact, the only thing better than the pile of shinies an a Racoon's home, besides a free all-you-can-eat buffet, is all the other shinies waiting to be added to that pile which are outside waiting to be discovered and added to the pile. So, to conclude, Raccoons collect shiny things because collecting shiny objects is what
Raccoons do. Having and loving shinies is Raccoony and being Raccoony is
having lots and lots of shinies. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go sort
my shinies.
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