Ooooohhh... aaaaaahhh! It's moving! I know you are all captivated! And I know you will keep reading to see what else I have to say... Well, you will have to wait a moment! *does the Spatula Dance for the scrollingness of the text* Yes, yes! Otay, that is all I have to say... no, wait... I thought of something else! Hold on! I'm thinking! And I'm thinking! Almost there! No... I was wrong! I have nothing more to say! You can stop reading now! Hey... I said stop reading! What is wrong with you? There is nothing left to read! This is all boring! Have you not figured out that I am done talking? Did you not get the memo? STOP READING ME! Blah to you! Otay... *does the Spatula Dance* And just think... if you had stopped reading, you would have missed it! Good for you farfalarfer! Ooooohhh... i just thought of one more thing....



Welcome to our Wonderful World of Nonsense, also known as Spatula Land, where the official dance is the Spatula Dance! *Does the Spatula Dance* This blog is for our own enjoyment, not for the hordes of people who will be coming to see it everyday! Infact it is pretty much a huge inside joke between the Captain and I! So, for most of you, this blog will not make much sense! My apologies friend, you have no manner of luck at all!

For those of you to whom it does make sense… welcome to our FLOW! *waves arms up and down frantically in a wave like motion* You must be somewhat used to the CMF ... no, not a Chocolate Malt Frappuccino, my drink of choice from Starbucks... you know, the Clarissa-Megan Flow (not to be confused with the EAC... East Australian Curent). Either that, or you understand Clarissa-Meganese (remember... it's one word, hyphenated), the language of... um, it's not the language of love, nor the language of making sense... so what is it the language of? Oh! I know! Pick me! Pick me! It's the language of floopy-ness and *squishy*-ness! It is the official language of Spatula Land! Need I say more?

Right... Bucklebury Ferry... follow me! Fasten your seat belt, and for your own safety, please remain seated through the course of your stay here, keeping your hands and arms inside the train at all times! Thank you, and enjoy the ride! :o)


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By the way, my farfalarfers... feel free to leave the Captain and me a message to show us how much you love our farfalarferness!


   

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Welcome all you blog people, you! This is how many people have looked at our blog since October 21st, 2003! Wow... lot's of people! I'm impressed! They like me, they really like me! What was that Captain? You say they like you, not me? It's only cuz you are obsessed with Kilts and Spatulas! Hey... I don't care why people visit, I am just excited that they do! *Does the Spatula Dance* As long as people keep coming to hear about Kilts and Spatulas, thet are hearing all of my nonsense too! WhoooHoooo to all you people who enjoy nonsense (and the Spatula Dance)! :o)

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Now... it is finally time to introduce you all the the Spatula Dance! *does the Spatula Dance* Though the Captain and I have many claims to fame, our first and most wide spread is the Spatula Dance! It is also the dearest one to my heart! So here are some *squishy boy heads* who want to demonstrate it for you! Give them a round of applause! WhoooHoooo for the Spatula Dance and the Spatula Dancers!







Okay... so these picture might look as though "Monkey Boy" and "The Funny" were doing the Microphone Dance... but don't be deceived... with a lack of spatulas at Comic-Con 2003, they were forced to deal with the only thing they could get their hands on, which ended up being microphones! On with the Spatula Dance, boys!

*does the Spatula Dance*

Oh look, even the text above is doing the Spatula Dance! WhoooHoooo! The Spatula Dance is a free form dance style where you just go crazy and act like a Farfalarfer... you know, a unique and off-centered person! It doesn't matter what you look like as long as you are having fun... that is the key to the Spatula Dance... just be yourself! It is a dance full of joy and excitment... after all, it is a dance for Farfalarfers and Spatula-loving people everywhere! Still a little confused about the infamous Saptula Dance which has been sweeping the nation? Check out my Ode to the Spatula Dance, written on Oct. 25, or my entry about it on Oct. 22 (which includes more pictures)! *does the Spatula Dance*

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Dear Adoring Fans,

I know that many of you out there love the nonsense found on our blog and have placed a link to our to it on your own blog! If you wish to leave it a simple text link, that is fine (though I would ask that it be entitled either "Need I Say More", "Spatula Land", "Savvy Land", "The Savvy Gang", "Los Savvy-Twins", or "CaptainSavvy and Savvy1stMate" so that neither the Captain nor I am left out)... thanks! But, if you wish to use a pretty picture to link to our blog, I have given you three to choose from! Please use responsibly! Enjoy the farfalarferness!

~ Savvy1stMate ~






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I would quickly like to give a big "Thanks!" to the wonderful people at BagEndInn, from whom I get most of the pictures of "The Funny", "Monkey Boy", and "The Glasgow-Residenatator" found on this blog!


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Wednesday, December 24, 2003
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas in Spatula Land

 'Twas the night before Christmas in Spatula Land
not a creature was romping in surf or in sand.
All the kilts were hung by the bagpipes with care,
in hopes that a Spatula soon would be there.

The people were nestled all snug in their beds,
with visions of Pastor A’s dance in their heads.

The Captain in her BIG hat, and I without one,
had just gone to sleep to rest up for more fun.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed and climbed up a tall latter.
I ran to the window and saw a bright flash,
tore a piece of paper, and ate some good hash.

This real coldy-cold stuff that some have called snow
gave an odd whitey luster to objects below,
when, what did I see when I woke from my snooze,
but some miniature kilts worn by squishy moo moos.

With a little old leader, no fly could he hurt,
I knew in a moment it must be Herbert.
More rapid than pomies, his courses they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

"‘The Funny’ Elijah!  ‘Neandrthal Boy’ Dom!
 ‘The Glasgow-Residentator’!  And BEAN, not Tom!
To the top of the porch!  To the top of the wall!
Now do the Dance!  Do the Dance!  Do the Dance all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they said “oh babes, it hurts”, mounted to the sky

so up to the house-top the courses they flew,
with the sleigh full of chimps, and a Spatula too.

And then the sound came of, as I once heard it put,
the prancing and dancing of each moo moo’s foot.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
down the four moo moos and Herbert came with a bound.

They each wore a kilt, which did not surprise me,
and their clothes were tarnished by the knights who say “Neeh”.
A bundle of sails each had flung on their backs,
and they looked quite cheeky as they opened their packs.

Herbert’s eyes seemed to twinkle like those of Merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
With his bagpipes, he might put on a concert,

but the beardy-beard on his chin looked like dirt.

A bottle of Cappy he held tight in his hand,
after all it is the drink of
Spatula Land.
He had a small handle and a cute round belly,
that shook when he danced, and was not at all smelly.

He was chubby and plump, a jolly Spatula,
and I laughed when I saw him, and said “hummina”.

He had dreadlocks, braids, and a stick on his head
which gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
he did the Spatula Dance looking like Kirk.
And hitting his figure three times to his nose,
he giving a wink, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to leave this flapdoodle Land,
And away the moo moos Danced with Spatulas in hand.

But I heard them exclaim, 'ere they danced out of sight,

"Merry Christmas to all, have a Spatula Night!"


This eccentric performance of nonsensical randomness took place at 08:58 pm by Savvy1stMate!



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