Practicing Poi Patiently

On one rainy day we decided to jump on the band wagon and attempt to learn how to spin poi. Being poor we made our own from thick socks and other secret materials. Which if reveled  would unravel space and time.
Any-who we got some basic moves down but either there was something we were missing or the universe had ordained this to be a challenge. Damn universe. Oh and if someone goes "well it would have been easier if you used these materials or bought some poi" my answer is well if you are so rich maybe you should have made a donation. Not all of us have money to throw around willy nilly. We will once the farm is up and running but until then we have to make do with what we have.

Chapter Six: Looking for Adventure and Finding Spider God

 Now when the youngest soul had returned it was decided to journey outdoors in search of mischief and mayhem. But where to go? The two could not yet travel to Brazil and Leroux was no longer welcome in Monaco after certain events which are too numerous and too full of tomfoolery to recount here.

Therefore after much deliberation as well as consulting their horoscopes, soothsayers and the stock market (Leroux had some investments in Bulgarian whale racing), the pair decided on a place full of magic and wonder.

 Yes the magical land of West Fork in Oak Creek Canyon.

Full of magical creatures and such.......or so they were told.

 While there were no fairies and elves to be found, there was a pretty creek. And a very pretty creek it was. Refreshing too considering the day was hot and the souls found a nice place to eat saltines and watch little fish swim. Ingreedo had been forgetful as they sometimes are and forgot to pack a snack. But lucky for her that Leroux had learned what to pack for journeys. There was much rejoicing.

 As probably mentioned before, the day was hot. So journey through the creek itself was essential for the journey back. Those Transcendentalists didn't have anything on the souls because whilst they were enjoying a sun shower and thanking the powers that be for a break from the heat they came across proof of the divine.

For low and behold up high in the trees they spied a spider's web. Proof that Spider God provides to those in need......or has a vacation home in Oak Creek.


As the day wore on the two went their separate ways until adventure called again.

Portland Calling

Now, right about the time of our last adventure, it was discovered that the younger of the souls had a bit of trouble functioning without the Elder Soul. So she packed up a kidnapsack and boarded this terrible contraption called an "Airplane" for a bit of self discovery and soul searching in the town of Portland. It was kind of like her Mecca, if you will, except without the religion or worship. Just the pilgrimage, really. Actually, it wasn't like Mecca at all. It was more like a treasure hunt. The narrator of this story is a fucking idiot.

Anywho, after thanking the Airplane Gods and the Claustrophobia Goddesses for not sending too much evil her way, as well as remembering that the sun was not likely to explode anytime soon, YoungSoul headed off to find herself. And more importantly, her treasure. But first, she found this woman:

YoungSoul decided she needed to broaden her knowledge so she took a trip to Reed College, where classes are small and tuition is large. It was a beautiful place, with rivers for sea-voyages and barely any suicides!

The hero also decided she wanted revenge for all the wrong-doers she had faced during various perils, so she went on a quest to find the ever-so-famous VooDoo Donuts. Turns out, other folk had liked VooDoo Donuts before it was cool to like VooDoo Donuts, so YoungSoul decided to return at a later midnight hour, even though it meant dealing with a drunk guy who thought she was pretty. YoungSoul appreciated that very much. 

  

On her journey YoungSoul met many important people, such as a wondrous blond man (this wondrous <---> ) and her real father, pictured far right. Sill she looked on for her treasure. If it wasn't revenge, or food, or family, or love, what could it be???

 

Like always, she had a majestic sweater to protect and serve her. Like a bodyguard, but green.

 

She traveled to waterfalls and across mighty bridges to a foreign land known as Wah-Shing-Tun. The name is derived from a Native American tribe who used to inhabit the area, called the May-Kshi-Tup clan. Here she made contact with her other life by phoning a friend, all the while listening closely for the sound of a foghorn to guide her home. Foghorns you say? Yes, foghorns.But still no treasure.

After more trecks into the unknown. YoungSoul finally realized she had known where the treasure was all along. It was back home, right where she had started.

No, i'm kidding. That's bullshit.

Chapter Four: In which there are Bookstores, Brownies, and British Boys

Act One: Bookstores.
Our heroes journeyed to a majestic land known as Bookmans, where knowledge is piled high into the sky and nobody wants self-help books, no matter how life changing they may be. Once again they opened their learning caps, and thoughts of menopause and yoga and gorillas who want to change the world filled their heads.

The youngest soul also decided she should get a copy of the Qur'an, seeing as it was Ramadan. However, Arabic is a bitch. So that failed. An adventure for another day.

Act Two: Brownies.
Because you can't be a brownie slayer without brownies. 

Oh, and fat free milk. Noble souls need to stay in shape, of course.

 

Act Three: British Boys

Speaking of a British Boy with a milkstache, our Souls stumbled upon other British men, who were crime fighters and mystery solvers like the world had not seen since Scooby-Do and Shaggy. We'll call these men Mister E, and Mister Mister. Mister E always brought excitement to the girls' lives, and Mister Mister was a bit of a cocky ass, so of course the noble souls loved him. They all had some fine times stopping an evil cult guy from taking over the world and just generally saving everybody.

Oh, and then the girls watched some movie about Sherlock Holmes, that totally ripped off the Mister E stories featuring Mister Mister. Fucking Idiots. 

 

With so many B's buzzing around, the souls had to run for shelter as to not get stung. And so ends another tale, but the journey is still afoot!