Spondylitis Association of America Forums General Discussion Off-Topic Forum Goodbye Everyone continues

Linda T:
Sure you weren't in San Francisco, at the zoo, wearing sandals....a Stone's throw away from a
Komodo Dragon? Just wondering...we don't want to get earthling reinactments mistaken for our true beings. It's getting so hard for many of us to blend in to the earthly population day in and out while we continue our work, which is, in my case of course, to bring forth a strong, healthy, handsome little chunk of Elvis, so he can grow up and become the true hunk his father was while dwelling amongst this galaxy. It's so hard to believe, I just have to pinch myself, that he chose me, can you understand my total enthusiasm? Well, I want to thank you, thank you very much, Linda...fusion is crusin now...it's only just begun...

And on to the baboon story...

One day my neighbor called me and said "Linda, there's a monkey on the fence between our houses." So I'm thinking monkey, funny, cutesy, cuddly little monkey. I looked out my window and there was a huge baboon on the fence. I love to take photos, so I knew I couldn't pass up this opportunity, so I grabbed my camera and went out my side garage door. When the baboon saw me, he started down the fence and jumped down to the ground. He then came over to me and had me pinned to the garage door. I was trapped! I was absolutely frozen with fear. This thing was mean. Fortunately for me, he had been declawed, as he began to scratch my legs and slap them around. I just knew he was going to jump up on me and I freaked. I started screaming "someone get this thing off me!!!" My neighbor's son came over and chased him....all the while the baboon was showing his teeth and growling. Scary! We had Animal Control, SPCA, Harris County Sheriff's Dept and the Houston Zoo out here that day trying to catch the baboon. They chased him from house to house until they were finally able to shoot him with the tranquilizer gun, and off the fence he fell. Now, this may sound unreal, but I DO have pictures of the baboon, if anyone would care to see them. There's another part to the story, but I will save that for another place, another time.

I mean how many people do you know who have been attacked by a baboon???

With Sincere regards,
LindaT

Incoming message from the master..he has given me his little black book of aliens and alien/human hybrids who have already started lives on the planet Earth. Many are waiting for instructions that we are to deliver to them through our music and subliminal messages. Others are totally unaware because of implant malfunctions also. It seems that Rusty plays a big part in this plan. He has a top secret message for us. Rusty, we are waiting...! Elf was head security on the mother ship so her current position is no surprise. Tire Goddess was some kind of musical siren who could manipulate people to her own will just by singing. She can enslave humans in the masses just by singing. Ms. Jay's purpose..obvious, the mother of the prodigy. Linda has the power of an advanced alien mind. Since her baboon attack, she absorbed some baboon dna and is now part baboon even though she remains as lovely as a super model, just like before the baboon attack. Charlie is the key and can open the door between our alien world and earth. She plays her bass and a worm hole opens for travel. Ms. Noah, AKA Disco Dolly has the power of crust, but she hasn't explored exactly what this means yet. Cher, Tired Shrimp, Ken Prather and many others are waiting silently in case we need reinforcements to put our wicked plans in effect. Mikwondo is unfortunately busy fighting off a horrible human throat virus, but I'm sure he'll join the ranks of insanity soon. Okay, I'm tired now. See ya tomorrow. Brad

Well, I hope I was not hasty in tapping Fusion as the name of our band. I know there will be hurt feelings, probably others had names in mind for the band. So, to be sure, you will all have an opportunity to vote on this matter of naming the band. It's very simple really. Just come here and make your choice...You are either pro-fusion or con-fusion. Let us your voice be heard, we are trying to practice the earth's vision of democracy, so let your choice be known.
Since it is getting nearer and nearer to the birthing time, I have been ordered to spend the day in the DDC. They feel it is necessary for me to properly care for little Javis upon his arrival. Oh the DDC? Sorry, I forget, that's the Dumb Down Chamber. So when I return, if you hear like 10-4 good buddy, or that's a big 10-4, or neato...you will know my session was successrul. Wish me luck.

Good Morning. I think I may be out of ideas on this whole mothership/Javis thing. I have no thoughts at all. Maybe I should spend the day watching the sci-fi channel for new material. Here's some not so good news. Missy's back has been bad since she fell in the yard. She still cant lay on her left side at night because of the hip swelling. It started to get a little better I thought but today, nose dive. Nerve pain shooting all about, barely walk. I guess the un-nerve back pain goes unsaid. I hate dealing with back docs. Round and round we go in circles. Guess it's gonna be an mri month. This all really stinks. When it isn't me, it's her and we get nothing done. We need to hire some help, but have become too withdrawn to want anyone else around...well, except for you all. You're always invited. Can't wait to hear the 2nd part of Linda's story. b

Good afternoon fellow Fusioners (if I may be so presumptious). Ms. Jay, I agree that the vote should be democratic (can it be like Floridian democracy?). Anyway my vote, of course, is pro-Fusion. I just hate con-fusion, although I am well acquainted.

Brad, I'm sorry Missy is feeling sooo bad. I hate those days, and it's scary too, for you feel that nothing will ever be the same for you. Tell her to hang in there (nerve pain sucks) and I will say a prayer for her that she feels better soon!! I know what you mean about being a recluse. I think I could go for days without being seen, but I've made a sincere effort to get out of the house at least once a day, if for nothing more than to lift my spirits. I am alone 99% of the time, so I need human (or alien)contact.

Now, on to the Baboon Story, Part 2:

My family found the entire baboon story hilarious and I was, needless to say, the brunt of many jokes after the traumatic experience. One afternoon, my husband arrived home before I did and he called me at work and said "YOU GOT SOMETHING HERE AND WE NEED TO TALK AS SOON AS YOU GET HERE" and hung up! I knew he was angry, but I really didn't know why. I just freaked out, sick with worry about what he had found (not that I ever have anything to hide ). I left work immediately and I know my blood pressure was sky high all the way home. When I pulled into the garage, there sat a stuffed monkey with a card. Hubby said it was left at the front door. The card read "It was very nice meeting you the other day and I hope to see you real soon. Signed: Julius"

My husband thought Julius was the baboon's owner and he had sent the monkey, but it was my brother's idea of a joke. His joke sure got me in trouble!!

And THAT is the rest of the story!

LindaT

One more thing I forgot....about that baboon dna, do you think that could be why I eat at least 1, sometimes 2, bananas a day???? Also love Ben & Jerry's Chunkey Monkey ice cream. I think you might be onto something....

LindaT

that was a very good story. I had stories to tell but most are forgotten. the pig story cant even compare to the baboon story. I did come up with another possible song though, "Hey Mr. Rheumy, how do you suggest I get these eye drops in?" Thought of it last night when I couldn't look up. Decided to manuever on the bed.

well, well, howdy howdy, been a while. Been on down the road here today, but feel like there has been a load took off my shoulders, but I looked back there best I could, load's still there. don't see much action, guess we are all just making sure we know what it is we want. Oh, and what we don't want. Seems like Fusion it's going to be, so, just shows me when the MS put the bug in an ear, the other followers just don't mess with it. That's okay. I'm working on some ideas, thought since the chartreuse shirts would be best to start out with, that perhaps purple markers shuld be used to add the band's name. If there are any good printers in the group, could use some help. Must be able to spell fusion too. We can do all the chartreuse shirts, done up in purple, that way, when we get ready to change to another color, we can just trash those, probably be pretty sweaty by the end of the first tour. Got to work on some medleys...need dancers, would like a Tina Turner lookalike for Proud Mary, we want to perform both versions. Credence Clearwater Revival one we got down to a science....now the Tina version is pretty tricky....gonna need some leg room. Well, please keep up any duties, ideas, songs, venues, etc. that you are working on, and we will resume after further instructions from the MS. The DCC chanber was so crowded, and I recognized several other people and am sure they recognize me, but we held it together and never never acknowledged one another. Keep up the good work, carry on, do yo thing, git down, and more importantly, git back up.
MsJay and co.

Ms. Jay and co,
Does the the baby look like you with side burns? I am totally for fusion, but I think the others are in hiding before making a decision because it's friday the 13th. Let me tell you a story about...lets say her name is Pat. She is a family member, but names have been changed to protect the innocent, and missy promised we'd never release this hysterical story. Pat got dressed one morning and made the 45 minute drive to the closest town. She went to the grocery store, saw a few business contacts to generate work for her home based small business, then went to the bank. She felt a little drafty on the legs all day, but didn't think much of it. While walking up to the bank, a man stopped her and told her there was a split in her pants up the back. The pants had a blow out right a the rear end and the whole seam was torn out. She was mooning the world all day and I do mean mooning because there was nothing between the split in the pants and her skin. Could you imagine? No one told her until she was on her last errand.