Sunday, March 31, 2013

Easter Mysterious on the Spontaneity

Musashi Sez:

Okay, heer is the teaser part of the blog.

Yu are walking (wift the camera) down a metal corridor in a space ship, step, step, step, step, verree quietly, as if yu are sneekin up on somboddee. A strange yellr ligt is shinin around a doorway. Yu stops and then (verree bravely) yu steps throo the doorway to see:

A kittee almost compleetlee covered in a bright yellr blanket! Very scary!

Then across yer screen yu see the words, 48 HOURS EARLIER…

An this is wher I tells yu about how I spent Holey Saturday.

Mom was in an out all dae doin stuffs, an so when she was out, I had the com, which mean 1) I was drivin the ship—VROOM! VROOM!—and 2) I cudn’t keep an eye on that big furry guy wift his big, mysterious wooden box. I know that he was doin stuffs down in the cargo hold, which is the enormous imaginary space unner mom’s armchair. Kaylee was down ther too, but she was in the enjin room, trying to make an old wire hanger into the twirly thing that she sed the enjin needs but that we don’t has the money to buy at the momint.

When Mom came home in the aftrnoon, I had the chance to go down and see what that fellr was up to. To my verree great surprise, he was up to his neez in baskets and was putting all this stranj green stuff in them, like grass.

I sez, “Hey! What yu doin ther, Mistr?”

He turned an gived me the beedy eye. “Huh. What it look like I’m doin?”

An I sez, “I think yu is putting grass in them baskets. But I doesn’t know why.”

An he sez, “Look, kid. I’m the Easter Bunnee an I got work to do. So why don’t you go back up to your driver’s seat an go back to poppin wheelies in this here spaceship-chair-thing.”

And rigt about then, Mom had to go off to church agen, so I went back to poppin wheelies, cuz he may be rood but he is rigt that poppin wheelies in a space ship reqwire lotsa practice.

VROOM! NYEEER POW! KAPOW! (Cuz practicing wift the imaginary subspace ship-to-ship water canons is also importint!)

Friday, March 29, 2013

Our Mysterious Interim Job

Musashi Sez:

Wull, it has been a verree busy week. First, we got ourselves comman-deered by this big white fuzzee person wift the long white earz, an then he sed we had to bring him to this nifty space station over near Pluto, where he had to pick up a “consignment” of stuffs.

Fer a space station, it looked pretty old fashioned, but the Root Beer was AMAYZIN! They eevn had Birch Beer, an accordin to Mom, that is hard to find eevn on Earth. There was all kindsa peeples there, sailors from the Federation, an Klingons, an the big furry guy’s “business partner,” Cyrano Jonz.

Wull the furry guy an Mistr Jonz sat in a corner fer a while, drinkin the Root Beer an talkin in low voices. Finally, Jonz slaps him on the back telling him what a hard bargain he makes an hands him a big wooden box.

Natchrullee, I was suspishus. After all, who brings a wooden box to a fansee space station?

I whispers to our mechanic, Kaylee, on whose sholder I was sittin, “I not too happy about this.”

An she says, “If he gots work fer us, I don’t care what it is. Yer littul Nemo vendetta is getting expensive, an I’m gonna need a new twirly thing for the enjin soon, so we’re goin to take his money. Got it?”

An because Kaylee not only keep the enjin runnin, but also provides belly rubs, I agree.

But I am goin to keep my eye on that furry guy anyway. Huh.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Getting Commandeerd

Musashi Sez:

We noez that yu hasn’t heard from us in a whil, but we kin explain. See, we had this weird egsperiens wher this big fuzzee white guy walks in an sez, “Sorry, frend, but we needs yer ship. We has been trying to reach everybody in onlee one nigt.”

An I sez, “Huh! Are you Santa Clauz?”

“Hnrf!” laughed the weird guy. “Does I look lik somebody who wud go down chimneys to you?”

An I sez, “Um, maybe?”

An he sez, “This sleek white fur? Do it look lik it has been up an down chimneys lately?”

“Um, no?”

“An do Santy Clauz bring folks chocolate eggs an bunnies?”

“Um, no.”

“So, clearly, we need to  commandeer yer ship so we kin gets all theez chocolate eggs an bunneez to peoples everywhere.”

An that has made us too busy to help wift the whol Captin Nemo project.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Noo Blog

Musashi Sez:

Wull, we has been tryin to figgr out our Softwayr Problims up heer in mostlee Outer Space. Our fansee JPL/NASA softwayr keeps talking about outlinz as if we meant them, which natchrullee mayk commyoonicaytin much harder.

We is tryin to figgr out how Mistr Rogers’ “Halpin Wiftout Being Asked” certificate is connected to Captain Nemo’s stealin our naymin rigts of that ol’ blizzard last fall, and how we kin mayk all of this confuzzlemint rigt.

But fer rigt now, we has sended Agent Duncan bak down to Earth to do his grocery shoppin, so he kin return to Nemo still lookin innrcent, eevn tho he halped Mister Tyger get orf Nemo’s ship.

Meanwhile, we is tryin to figgr out if this ol’ certifrcate is coded or somthin.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Lookin at our Cast

Musashi Sez:

So some of you may has ben thinking about the noo fellr, Duncan. Yu has to unnerstand that the gy in the piktchur is not the Really Reel Duncan; he is whut them Hollywood typs call a “boddee doubbul.” Theez are folks whu stand in fer the Really Real person when they is actin, especiallee when it is actin in them egsytin akshun rols!!!  The akshul Reellee Reel Duncan is more the warm and fuzzee typ, a terrier-kinda person. But he has the Delikut Stomuk, an his Onkul Stan an Ont Lindr, whu ar his hoomin peeples, tells him that he shud not com an play wift us in outer spays.

Saturday, March 9, 2013

The Fansee Scroll Toob

Musashi Sez:

Wull, we lostid contact wift Mr. Tygr ther cuz of bein out on the othr side of the planet fer a whil, but when we got back, he was ther waytin fer us in a littul silver buggy wift a doggee dryvin it. It turn out that the doggee wasn’t Snoopy (cuz I noe yu wer thinking that), but another feller naymed Duncan, whu was the Chef on the Nautilus an Mr. Tyrgr’s new best friend. He had to go buy provizhunz fer the Nautilus and agreed to sneak Mr. Tygr back here to the spaceship Spontaneity.
Then mai Mom an Kaylee jumpt down to grab hiz arms an sayv him an bring him on board. We grabbed him. This wuz a big, big surpryz, fer boft him and us.

Mr. Tygr Sez: Wayt! Wayt! I…gots…the dock-yu-mint!

(He waves around a gold toob.)

Musashi Sez (taykin the toob): Huh! In onlee daez, yu managed to identify, locate an aqwire them naymin rigts to that ther sno-storm that shud has ben naymed Musashi.

Kaylee Sez: Open it! Open it!

Musashi Sez: Um, I not got the disposabul thumz. Mom?

MomSue Sez: Okay…here is me unscrewin the toob. An takin out the rolled up paper. An unrollin it…

Duncan Sez: What does it say?

Mr. Tygr: Um, weren’t yu sposed to go back to the Nautilus?

Mom: Um, you’re not goin to lik this… It sae that the bearer of this certifrkit has ben “helpful wiftout being aksked.” An the naym is Mr. Ahab Nemo.

Kaylee: Wull, that don’t mayke no kinda sens!

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Gud Boy Cookiez

Musashi Sez:

So I got distrackyoolayted from mai job of gettin Mistr Tygr back from Captin Nemo’s submareen. I wuz verree bizee maykin plans fer that Verree Importint dae: Pie Dae. Parentlee, on March 14, everboddee eet lotsa pie. An this is verree importint to maftmatishunz an syentists. Don’t asks me why.

See, around the world. Pi (Greek letter “π”) is the symbol used in mathematics to represent a constant — the ratio of the circumference of a circle to its diameter—which is approximately 3.14159, an change. So on March 14, on the fifteenth hour an the ninth minit, which will be around 3:09 pm, everboddee will eets banananana creem pi, an choklat creem pi, an appul pi, an cran-bloo-berree pi, an punkin pi, an lik that.

Mr. Tygr Sez:

Um. So. Yu gyz goin to get me out???

Friday, March 1, 2013

Pullin a Tygr Out of a Submareen, Not as Eezee as Yu Thingk

Musashi Sez:

So we had not heard from Mistr Tygr in a coupla daes, an we were getting worried. It not like he is a perfessional spai or anything. If he has been hidin in the file cabinets, he is pertee worried too. So we wer getting reddee to execute a extraction, pullin him out of that fansee submareen. But then we gottid a radio signal from Mr. Tygr.

Mr. Tygr Sez: Hey, Big Dog, Over!

Me: This is Big Dog. Over.

Him: I’ve got the stuffs. Request extraction. Over.

Me: Oh boy! OK, yu gots it! What yer coordinates?

Him: OK, that are more diffrcult to egsplayn. It got to do wift how Global Pozishuning Stuffs change when yu are underwater. All them tides an rippulz an stuffs. So it hard to sae.

Me: OK, I will get that al-go-rhythm thing working. An then we will pull yu outs.

Him: I gots it! Pull me out! Pull me out! Theez peeples is straynge!!!