Corgi Flying a Kite - Michelle's Play

Story (by Michelle): Could you ever imagine a corgi flying a kite? Not just one dog, but many. The queens from western European countries sat in the grass in their plush, fur robes to watch the strange and unusual sport. They could not rein in their mirth - reserved though it was - for the riffs they bandied about were of the humor of this short-legged breed, filling the sky with colorful sails. "Ut" was the glorious, yet quiet sound that burst forth from their mouths in their excitement! They would never just laugh uproariously, how undignified! For the dogs, the stents were incredibly sturdy, and there would be an impartial judge who would choose the winner of the golden key. Ben, who wrote the tome on setting sparks with kites... What a coup!!!

Words: Riff, robe, key, fur, stent, rein, tome, ut, corgi, queens, kites

Previous play: Calling Cthulhu

Calling Cthulhu - Mike's Play

Story (by Mike):  The tome set out the procedure for calling Cthulhu:  Chant the mystic tone "ut" in a cyclic riff, stroke the fur of a weasel, wear the supplicant's robe, draw the key symbol.  A virtual stent to the underworld - who knows what would flow through that dark passage.

Words: Riff, robe, key, fur, stent, rein, tome, ut

Last play: Laugh without Laughing

Laugh without Laughing - Michelle's play

Story (by Michelle): Since the stent was put in, the young woman needed to rein in her enthusiasm. Yes, the riff was funny, but no amount of fur would cover the blood that would appear on her robe if she busted her stitches. The key is to laugh without laughing.

Words: Riff, robe, key, fur, stent, rein.

Last play: Stent Test

Stent test - Mike's play

Story: The fur robe on the floor; the riffs on the stereo; the key in the lock - his wife home, unexpectedly.  His stent was being tested.

Words: Riff, robe, key, fur, stent.

Last play: Key in the Pocket

Key in the Pocket - Michelle's play

Story (by Michelle): The key to their apartment was in the pocket of her fur robe. Not the riff he was expecting.

Words: Riff, robe, key, fur.

Last play: Riffs in a robe

Riffs in a robe - Michelle's play with Mike

Story (by Michelle):  And she sat on her couch in her robe, listening to jazz riffs all night long.

Words: Riff, robe.

Previous play: Riff

Riff - First Play Against Michelle

Story: The riff ripped from the strings. Alternate plays paled in comparison - tiff was good (in the sense of small fight, not in the sense of tagged image file format), but not as good as the room shaking riff. Kit had been a possibility, but the riff beckoned, again and again. Too bad I could not reach the double word, but at least the riff is good.

Words: Riff

First Play Against Michelle in new Words game

Juiced Piggy Eggs - Mike's Last Play Against Michelle for this game

Story (by Mike): Task force GANJA gathered over jo, tea and holiday duff in their rented room on 216 En Street.  On the sidewalk outside, tones of Noel, children gawped as a dog yiped, parents moved closer to protect their loved ones. Ay, they should be protected, not just from dogs.

Hammish turned his attention to the dense agenda, reading the first item, "re raid on the Xi house cubs."  For an eon, the cubs had baited the fleet.  Now, he thought, we are ready to add the cubs' pelts to the kip.  An informant at the ag school had spun a tale re illicit trade at the dairy in GMSO (genetically modified swine ova).  As drug qua drug, GMSO had no equal.  "Juiced piggy eggs," the street name for GMSO, was ironic because a user would wear the smeared yolks of a short intense high for a lifetime.  It nixed the central nervous systems of its user, leaving them as hollow gourds who enjoyed nothing but FOX "News",  Biggest Loser, and deep-fried twinkies.  "Oy, these kids." 

Words: Blazed; Loved; Gourd; Mights; Rim -> Grim; Ganja; Tea; Moved; Tab; Gawp; Ag; Tone; Jo; Oy; Ay; Eon; Fleet; Dairy; Duff; Yipe, cubs, baited, kip (a bundle of undressed hides); dense; wear, we, as, en, re, Qua, nix, xi, rent, noel, theirs, ova

Previous Play:  Dense Syllables Muttered

Dense Syllables Muttered - Mike Playing Michelle

Story (by Mike):
Theirs had once blazed but it had begun to wear – too much tea and jo, even too much ganja. A grim gourd now with traces of duff and kip, once full and loved in its tone. An eon ago, as cubs, fleet of foot with yipes of joy, all the mights in their favor, constant noel. Now, dairy intolerance was all that moved. Nix it all, dense syllables mumbled – qua ag en re xi oy ay – fragments of another tongue, utter nonsense, absolute cheating, but what the hey – the end was near. Hit tab – move on – don’t turn and gawp.

Words: Blazed; Loved; Gourd; Mights; Rim -> Grim; Ganja; Tea; Moved; Tab; Gawp; Ag; Tone; Jo; Oy; Ay; Eon; Fleet; Dairy; Duff; Yipe, cubs, baited, kip (a bundle of undressed hides); dense; wear, we, as, en, re, Qua, nix, xi, rent, noel, their

Previous Play: New house on frat row, Xi-Qua-Ag - Michelle playing Mike

New house on frat row, Xi-Qua-Ag - Michelle playing Mike

Story (by Michelle):
We will now re-acquaint ourselves with some interesting men...
In the new house on frat row, Xi-Qua-Ag, a fleet of boys felt moved to have a party. There was much to celebrate as the tab for the rent on the house was back to zero. The mights of the gods were surely smiling on them! Some of the fellas wanted to keep it PG, playing spirited carols (The First Noel being a favorite!), serving dairy products and a dense duff. But some of the others, having not had a party in eons, were anticipating their sister sorority, Oy-Jo-Ay, wanting more than tea in gourds. They loved the ganja, and with the tight shirts that they wear, (the ones with CUBS blazed across their chests), they obviously baited themselves for the horny guys who gawped at them all night. But the tone of the party was grim, catching a kip before the debauchery ensued... YIPES!!!!

Words: Blazed; Loved; Gourd; Mights; Rim -> Grim; Ganja; Tea; Moved; Tab; Gawp; Ag; Tone; Jo; Oy; Ay; Eon; Fleet; Dairy; Duff; Yipe, cubs, baited, kip (a bundle of undressed hides); dense; wear, we, as, en, re, Qua, nix, xi, rent, noel

Previous Play: Cubs, Baited for the Masses - Michelle playing Mike

Cubs, Baited for the Masses - Michelle playing Mike

Story (by Michelle): "Yipes! I can't believe the tone of that guys arms," Jo said. The other two girls - Oy and Ay - gawped as they blazed into the room at the 30th reunion. They were dressed like 18-year old milk maidens, fresh off the dairy trucks. The grim fleet of almost 50-year olds were not moved by the mights of the women who were eons away from high school yet dense enough to still act like little girls, running up tabs and using ganja like it was iced tea on a hot day. The guys that were in the ag department shook their heads in disgust, and the women stood with gourds full of duff, thought to themselves, "poor little cubs, baited for the masses, but looking like clowns." Sensing that their grand entrance was a bust, the three ladies, feeling like kips, backed out of the room, knowing that they were not loved by their former classmates.

Words: Blazed; Loved; Gourd; Mights; Rim -> Grim; Ganja; Tea; Moved; Tab; Gawp; Ag; Tone; Jo; Oy; Ay; Eon; Fleet; Dairy; Duff; Yipe, cubs, baited, kip (a bundle of undressed hides); dense

Previous Post: A Trader and a Dairy Near Dawn

A Trader and a Dairy Near Dawn - Mike Playing Michelle

Story: The weary, grim trader set down his gourd of tea, flipped the lighter tab, kindled his pipe, squinted and inhaled as the last of the ganja blazed. At the door, the wolf cubs gawped and sniffed the trader's kip of trophies from baited lures, recognized death's scent from eons of instinct, and seeking to avoid these mights, yiped and moved quickly away. The ag dairy readied its fleet to the loved scent of brewing jo. Ay and oy - the sounds and tones of things hiding in the brush announced the coming of day's light.

Words: Blazed; Loved; Gourd; Mights; Rim -> Grim; Ganja; Tea; Moved; Tab; Gawp; Ag; Tone; Jo; Oy; Ay; Eon; Fleet; Dairy; Duff; Yipe, cubs, baited, kip (a bundle of undressed hides)

Previous Play: Perfect Dairy Experience

A Perfect Dairy Experience - Not! Michelle's play against Mike

Story: "Yipes! What happened to my Duff beer, Mo?" Homer asked as his eyes blazed with ay.
"Now Homer, you know the ag folks have painstakingly added tea and ganja to the mix to bring about the perfect dairy experience. The rim of the glass always has bits of gourd to add a special tone to your drink. I thought you loved it."
"I don't, and I'm not moved by your little speech. I pay good money to..."
"Actually, Homer, you don't. It's been eons since you paid your tab. Love the Duff beer, or the prospects of coming back to my tavern are grim. OY!"
Homer promptly shut his trap as a fleet of emotions hit him, not the least of which was humility. And the mights of Jo, Mo's twin, interrupted the discussion...for now.

Words: Blazed; Loved; Gourd; Mights; Rim -> Grim; Ganja; Tea; Moved; Tab; Gawp; Ag; Tone; Jo; Oy; Ay; Eon; Fleet; Dairy; Duff; Yipe

Previous Play: What Duff Means

What Duff Means - Mike playing Michelle

Story:  "Duff is a pudding, or decayed organic matter on the forest floor.  Look it up."  Ay!  Crap like this really annoyed Ganja.  Who the crap cared?  Ganja's old man, that's all.  The old man downed his gourd of jo mixed with tea and non dairy powder, peering over his glasses at the Scrabble board as he moved the tiles he loved. "Oy!  'Blazed' on a triple word score!  What do you think about that?" the old man exclaimed, with a tone that indicated to Ganja that the old man did not really care what Ganja thought.  Rather, the old man must believe that some salt in Ganja's Scrabble wounds was in order.  Ganja fiddled with the tab on his soda can, and put "Eon" on the board - 4 points.  The old man gawped.  Somewhere, a fleet of dairy trucks stirred to bring milk to thirsty babies, and still the Scrabble game went on.

Words: Blazed; Loved; Gourd; Mights; Rim -> Grim; Ganja; Tea; Moved; Tab; Gawp; Ag; Tone; Jo; Oy; Ay; Eon; Fleet; Dairy; Duff

Previous Play: The Milk Truck and the Tea Soaked Ganga Guy - from Michelle

The Milk Truck and the Tea Soaked Ganga Guy - from Michelle

Story: Mmm, Mmm! I loved the taste of those chocolate chip cookies, especially after the fleet of dairy trucks with the ag guys blazed by. My milk tab was quite high, but so was the tea-soaked ganja guy behind the wheel. He handed me a gourd filled with the cold liquid, and it moved me to change my tone. The rim of it had me gawp as I noticed the jo floating my cup. The mights of the crumbs...it's a grim thought when the ay takes eons to digest. Oy!!! (By Michelle)

Words: Blazed; Loved; Gourd; Mights; Rim -> Grim; Ganja; Tea; Moved; Tab; Gawp ; Ag; Tone; Jo; Oy; Ay; Eon; Fleet; Dairy

Previous Play: Mike's Play - March 18, 2011

Another Naan Wrap - Mike plays against Julie

Story: His cosmic tally in the battle against flab showed that he owed a jog (probably more than one if he was truthful with himself).  Ruefully, he surveyed his waist - ah, too much bed, too much of the finest tandoori and dal, too much of it all.  To hell with the tally - to hell with the het who hazed him - what the hell did he care who gabs?  He reached for another chicken naan wrap.

Words:  Fine; Hae; Flab; Ah; Be -> Bed; Het; Gabs; Finest; Hazed; Ta; Dal; food; jog

Previous play: Words with Julie - March 17, 2011

Words with Michelle - March 18, 2011

Latest Story:  In the control room, Commander Ay Oy sipped his tea.  He again retinaswiped his much-too-loved iPad72000, and once again gawped at the grim results displayed on his stellar nav ap.  From the galaxy rim, his fleet had blazed its way back to the Ag planet Ganja, eon tone cannons at the ready.  After the tab out of hyperspace, he knew they were too late.  A bright spot of radioactive dust was all that was left of the Gourd orbital station.  Down below, on the surface, Ensign Jo reported that something unnatural moved on the surface of Ganja.  A sense of foreboding gripped him - too many mights down there.




Words: Blazed; Loved; Gourd; Mights; Rim -> Grim; Ganja; Tea; Moved; Tab; Gawp ; Ag; Tone; Jo; Oy; Ay; Eon; Fleet

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Words with Tom - March 17, 2011

Stories:

1. The sweet lyre of well-chosen words - it pleased him.

Words:

1. Lyre

Words with Bob - March 17, 2011

Sentences:

1.  A woven tapestry of words - that was his goal.

Words:

1. Woven

Words with Lizzy - March 17, 2011

Sentences:

1. Kiki the nene felt a queer rush of panic as she passed through the doors, leaning on her trusty maple cane. Her mallard, Koko, was in trouble for arranging this surprise party - she had a rule that she did not want to be feted. A duck of her era did not like surprises. She hoped that she was not trailing any goo or dags - what must her feathers look like? Ignoring Kiki's glares, Koko prepared the crowd of truest well-wishers up for a birthday song, starting with "Do Re Mi Fa So La ..." Above the din, the jo steams in the guests' cups. All the while, Kiki covets the privacy of the hay bed in her cave, trying to focus on her qi.  (Mike)
2. Kiki the nene felt a queer rush of panic as she passed through the doors, leaning on her trusty maple cane. Her mallard, Koko, was in trouble for arranging this surprise party - she had a rule that she did not want to be feted, even if the friends were all hip (or un hip for that matter). A duck of her era did not like surprises. She hoped that she was not trailing any goo or dags - what must her feathers look like? Ignoring Kiki's glares, Koko prepared the crowd of truest well-wishers up for a birthday song, starting with "Do Re Mi Fa So La ..." Above the din, the jo steams in the guests' cups. All the while, Kiki covets the privacy of the hay bed in her cave, trying to focus on her qi. (Mike)
3. Steaming jo, maple syrup (not the cheapo sugar cane stuff), roast nene, the din of Alice (97.3 FM) on the radio ... - all the things that Lizzy coveted were ready for Lizzy to be feted.  The memo had started:  "Re:  Lizzy's birthday".  The memo's arrival at such a late hour had caused a queer feeling of panic.  "What the hay?" Julia had exclaimed (using a weird, un hip expression dating back to the cave man era).  Nevertheless, humming "Do Re Mi Fa So La ..." as was her rule, Julia readied her pad for the big surprise brunch to-do, cleaning the goo and dags off the cats.  She could not dis her truest friend Lizzy. As she cleaned, she thought of short, obscure, high scoring words for Scrabble games:  qi, xis, ...  Finally, all was ready, the doors opened, and Lizzy entered with a big grin on her face.  (Mike)

Words:

1. Re
2. Hour
3. La  (an interjection of surprise, or the sixth note of the diatonic scale)-> lax
   
4. De - part of lots of phrases from Latin (e.g., de facto)
   
5. Era
6. Rule
7. Doors
8. Goo
9. Jo
10. Steams
11. Truest
12. Covet
13. Cave
14. Hay
15. Din
16. Qi -> Qis -  vital energy - perhaps the most overused word in Words
    
17. Un - not really a word in my opinion - means "United Nations" or a negating prefix
    
18. Queer
19. Dags - a hanging end or shred; matted or manure coated wool
20. Maple
21. Panic
22. Nene - an endangered goose of the Hawaiian islands
    
23. Feted - honored with a party
    
24. Cane
25. Even
26. Hip
27. Dis
28. xis - multiple instances of the 14th letter of the Greek alphabet
    
    

Words with Joci - March 17, 2011

Sentences:

1. He gaged to her that his Words plays would be better this time. (Mike)
   
2. Fearing that he might fulfill his pledge, she played "ZED," so as to not get stuck with the letter Z. (Joci)
3. "It will be razed to the ground!", he gaged with a cackle. (Mike)
4. Horrified, she shot a vaned arrow toward him, trying to force him to recant.  (Joci)
5. He razed the barn as he had gaged, causing the vaned metal cock to fall from the roof.  The clog in the drain mattered no more.  (Mike)
6. She tried to keep her wits about her, but with the vaned metal cock falling, the barn razed and the clogged drain, she began to lose self control. Within seconds, she had gaged her revenge at the errant arrow. (Joci) 
7. The dream haunted him - Lady Di had gaged to and, as promised, later razed the castle.  The vaned fan beat the clogs in the air, he stubbed his toe as he trod- "Ow!  I must keep my wits about me." (Mike)
8. The vaned blades of the snow/ice blower were broad gage - a nice design element to prevent clogs.  As he trod the recently-cleared walk in front of the razed apartment, he admired the wits of the designer.  Pow!

Words:

1. Gaged - Pledged, risked or staked (archaic)
2. Zed -> Razed
3. Vaned -  having moveable devices like an arrow
4. Clog -> clogs
5. Wits
6. Ow -> Pow
7. Di - mostly just a prefix, unless you count a lot of Italian phrases
8. Trod
9. Ice
   

Words with Jon - March 17, 2011

Words:

1. Deadly
2. Broad
3. El - the letter "l"
   
4. Ape
5. Pee
6. Veal
7. Bin
8. Pan
9. Verges
10. Outs
    

Sentences:

1. This broad had the shape of an el on her forehead. Not a good sign he thought. Thinking about broads could be deadly when he should have been concentrating on the ape. He looked back at the bin and confirmed the ape was still ignoring the veal. Man, he had to pee - he eyed the pan in the corner but decided to hold it. He was already on the outs with the guy on the next shift, and leaving him a steaming pan of urine would when he relieved the watch would send him flying over the verges of his tentative grip on sanity.
   

Words with Julie - March 17, 2011

Sentences:

1. "Ah, you gabs all the time that you be fine, that you be the finest het in town - me thinks you hae a wee bit too much flab for that to be true." (Mike)
   
2. Gabs (Nickname for Gabriella):

   Ah, be still my heart! That man hae a fine ass...no! the FINEST ass I hae ever seen, with not an ounce of flab on it!

   Her friend Ruby:

   Pity he's not het.

   (Julie)
3. "You gabs, you die! You hae just one chance. Kapiche?" Jake's flab on his abs shuddered with the force of his threat. Fred grimaced at the sight - "Ah, ta for giving me a chance - you're the finest het I know." "Would you like some dal?", he asked, hoping to change the subject. (Mike)

Words:  Fine; Hae; Flab; Ah; Be -> Bed; Het; Gabs; Finest; Hazed; Ta; Dal

Words with Michelle - March 17, 2011

Sentences:

1. The gourd blazed - he had loved it once. (Mike)
2. So many mights, so many could-have-beens - He had loved. Life had blazed. Perhaps he had lost his gourd. (Mike)
3. Mights filled her nights with regrets. The fire blazed out of control as the rim of her coffee cup slowly becomes a memory as it burned. And all she had to show for being loved by him was the gourd, waiting to find its rhythm again. (Michelle)
4. Ganja blazed in the grim gourd. There were many mights he should have been accomplishing, but he loved that gourd's bounty too much. (Mike)
5. The mights of the bosses drove me to the ganja. Tea would not do, for there was no way for me to stave the grim feeling that blazed inside me. I looked at the rim of the basket in my office, and tossed the gourd toward it with a fury that I knew no one loved. (Michelle)
6. A love story transitioning to an out of love story: Loved, blazed, grim mights, tea, gourd, ganja, moved. Not talking any more. (Mike)
7. Thanks for picking up the tab, ganja man! I'm glad you were so moved by my grim story. The tea was blazed hot, and yet you still insisted on tasting that gourd. You loved it, the rim of it left bare as you fought with the mights to savor the taste of bliss.(Michelle)
8. Ag college had served him well - he loved cultivating his ganja in soil nourished with used tea leaves, each precious plant in its own blazed gourd.  When the tourists gawped from their afternoon tour bus, he pulled across his sheltering curtain of Tab cans, protecting his babies from grim mights. (Mike)
9. He blazed the fitness trail by using the gourd and the rim from his car to build his impressive arms. He loved his tone and had the mights of the gods. The high schoolers - especially the ag kids - were moved by his form, and they would gawp at every turn. But he was grim because ganja was running low, and he would have to use tea leaves to get his fix. No Tab here...back to Gatorade. (Michelle)
10. "Jo - oy - ay!"  His scream echoed above the tenement, and Joy's eyes clenched with grim shame.  Joy - her name never fit her - the name made her feel like the butt of a cosmic joke - like everyone had done a dine and dash, leaving her with the tab.  She loved him, loved the ganja, loved his peppermint tea with a smidge of cream, but this noise blazed a furrow in her synapses.  As usual, widow Murphy moved her curtain and gawped at his noise.  Joy suppressed her urge to hurl the gourd through Murphy's soiled panes.  She got up to go to him - she could not bear another of his calls.  (Mike)
11. Announcer: "Thanks for attending the first annual Jo-ay-oy Tournament. Our ag teams blazed down the field in an attempt to toss the gourd into the hoop. Many times, it would hit the rim, and the spectators would gawp yet be moved by the effort of the grim players, who tested their mights each time they were tabbed and penalized. When they went to the sidelines during time out, it was the tea and ganja that got their minds sharp but slowed their limbs. After the break, it was eons before anyone scored a point, but they sure loved the tone of the game."  (Michelle)

Words:

1. Blazed
2. Loved
3. Gourd
4. Mights
   
5. Rim -> Grim
6. Ganja
7. Tea
8. Moved
9. Tab
10. Gawp - to yawn or gape
11. Ag
12. Tone
13. Jo
14. Oy
15. Ay
16. Eon