Mooses's Queen's Day Shot Recipe: The Trap

In a shot glass, stir together:
3 cl of Jägermeister
1 cl of Sambuca

Shoot!

Do not even think of making this beauty as 50/50 - it ruins the whole idea.
(Thank you, Maria B. from Helsinki for the original recipe!)

PS. Mr. Claw is correct. "Geomancy" is derived from the Latin "geomantia", which in turn is derived from the Greek for "divination by earth". The Arabic name for geomancy, "ilm al-raml", means "the science of the sand". Mooses meant "Geomatria".

Mooses says: Sorry, I am the Weakest Leek!

Lord of the Ants has returned from the Mother Hill!

An artistic set of agreed mutilations and fiber-rich menu had done him good. Some natural UVA radiation had turned his complexion towards more generally acceptable and his overall habitus was full of energy we mortals have difficulties to accept. Welcome back to the Reality, Dude. Sorry we could not match your enthusiasm today. We´ll return the favor eventually!

No much time to check the knot-densities and materials today, so this becomes a short one. Mau home, Ms. Perky left a minute before our arrival to Herpulandia, Dr. Kaboom preparing for an interview (good luck, Pal!), Cock de Vespa still drip-drying his undies, Olliebollie on a grumpy mood, Ants with too much holiday energy, East-Bunny liking his reflection in the mirrors - and there was Mooses.

Somehow I feel short of words today. Peanut Sauce nuked with pieces of Ex-Chicken (yes, from Api) on my plate - Prison Break on DVD. Saving the verbal-diarrhea for the Queen´s Day, perhaps...


Mooses says: Cheers in Alpaca!

Dear Scheherazade!

Thanks for the carpet, but it does not fly too well. May I return it as a DOA?

Talking about carpets... Dr. Kaboom - 800 knots per sqi sounds like darn lovely stuff. And Yak-Milk Tea as repulsive as a drink can be. And about the Alpaca´s: The Kiwi´s breed them! O Tempora, O Mores!

The Alpaca is the smaller of two breeds of domesticated Camelids from South America. It exists only in a domesticated state and was bred by the Incas and other “Indian” tribes in the Andes, prior to the sixteenth century Spanish Conquest of that country. Although occasionally eaten, Alpacas were kept mainly for their long, lustrous fleece. They were highly valued and even revered by their owners. Until 1863 they were very difficult to obtain outside their country of origin, with South American governments, especially that of Peru, banning their export.

<--- Mooses wearing Alpaca underwear which are in desperate need of Oxi.

In the mid 1980s the New Zealand and Chilean governments came to an agreement allowing Alpacas to be imported direct from South America. This was the start of a new farming venture in New Zealand with hopes for commercial success in the production of camelid fibre. Today there are between two and three thousand Alpacas in this country. (The entire world population is no more than two million.)


Mooses says: Wear Alpaca, it is a Natural Fibre!

Sunday - way past the noon...

While doing my weekend Oxi, Nadia called and lured me to join her and Ernest for dinner in town. I was immediately game! That gave me only a couple of hours to do my shoppie-hoppie and needed to rush. A friend who lives close to Cheesy Town insisted that I´d get a Muir Cap. And Mooses is so bad with fancy hats!

However decided to give it a try and headed to BoB, a shop full of dead cow garments, addressing the clerk: "I have been invited to a Cock & Tail Party and I need a proper hat." He looked at me like I had just landed from another planet and represented an unknown species. But after a while he relaxed demonstrating me the mysteries of Muir Caps. And against my wildest expectations, I actually bought one, with all the bells and whistles.

Rushing forward I bumped into a Witch Shop called "Widdershins". Full of witches of all ages - female - the shop displayed an array of parafernalia out of which a certain item jumped out. Bought if to Mr. Cheesy Claw. He´ll love it - he must love it!

Replacement brush problem

Hunt for replacement brushes to my Philips Sonic-Magic-Wand was difficult. One would expect that any respectful drugstore in the Netherlands would stock brushes to a Dutch-Made toothbrush, but no.
The only place in the center I found them at was the supa-dupa department store Beehive. And for the Beehive price as well! Two for mere 35 Euro´s! Robbery! But the thing does it well - in your mouth, that is.

Had just a moment to spend before meeting Nadja and Ernest so dropped in at the famous web-based sleazy-bar. Nothing to report from there. Too early and local skin-drag-queens on roller-scates actually just irritated me. Headed to La Bamba to meet the friends. A very nice dinner and hilariously funny waiter caressed us to high spirits and we decided to head towards Western Gas Factory. Never arrived to that place on a taxi before. We bumped into a most peculiar close neighbor of mine we all knew and ended up talking drunken nonsense. Eventually time to leave, wobbling across the street home.

Testing new accessories

Somehow my mind had been around the darn cocktail hat and could not resist the temptation to give it a try. Heading out again. Apparently the thing speaks to some local aliens because I was positively addressed by several night-crawlers. Nice, actually. Should I wear it to the office?

Well well. Back to the reality and instant coffee. Sofa looks very tempting now...

Mooses says: Accessorize!