I get up early (for me- 10:30 AM) and stop in the kitchen to fix a drink breakfast. I’m about to go out to the deck when Ulrika calls “Barb’s on the east patio.”
I think the two of them have become awfully… um… familiar in a short time. I stroll out to the patio where Barbara is enjoying a glass of wine au natural this comfortable June morning. I don’t think it’s her first one was she breezily says “Good morning sleepy-head!”
“I didn’t think you would be an early drinker” I reply.
“I’ve been up since six” she says. “Your servant Ulrika made me breakfast and we had a nice visit.”
I’m sure they did as there’s a scant bit of lingerie dangling from her chair’s armrest.
If I’d have known this ‘interview’ would be like this and this Barbara would be so charming, I would have checked my e-mails sooner when Ulrika told me I had a few hundred to review. I tell her Ulrika is not a servant. She handles my business affairs (and apparently other affairs also) and tell Barbara to ask what she wants.
He likes his persona as cold-hearted grumpy old man but I think I’ve gotten into his head. I ask him what I should expect. He says “About what?”
“The games! The crucifixion! What is it going to be like?”
“I’m not really sure. The biggest crowd I’ve ever done a crucifixion before was less than ten thousand people. You’re going to be before more than 10 times that many. Have you selected your crucifixion team yet?”
“Um, I’m not sure. Why?”
“You know all the MCTs are excluded but I have a team that meets the rules if not the spirit of them. I can coach them but not touch you” he says to me.
“What difference does make? I thought the rules made everything the same” I ask.
“Listen, only 25 countries have entrants so by the time you get to the seeding contest you are almost assured to get in the Game. But if you get in the game you know that you have to hang from the cross for a minimum of an hour. If you get a shitty crew and they nick an artery you will bleed to death before you even get to capitulate” Tree says. “There are only a hundred and fifty crosses but they are having trouble finding enough athletes. I suggest in the seeding even you quit when you are in. The lowest tier doesn’t have to do the last ramps.”
“Bullshit! That is not happening! I am going to be on the top tier! Do you know the bronze medalist gets a million dollar a year contract with Nailus Martyrs if she wins from the top tier?”
“So it’s just for the money?” He asks.
“No, the research counts; but I doubt you turn down money, do you?” I ask with a knowing smile.
I shrug. I don’t usually turn down a dollar but I don’t think I would ever agree to be crucified for a buck. I ask her what she is doing for training. She tells me she is doing weight training and adjusting to being whipped so she can do the carry in under an hour.
I ask her if she has ever seen the LA Coliseum in August. She tells me she has not. I suggest she does. “Barbara, in August the Santa Ana winds come in from the east. It is hot and dry. The lowest seed athlete comes out at 8 AM PDT. If they fill the field you won’t come out till two and a half hours later. By the time you do the loop up to street level you will be baking in the sun.”
There is strategy involved here? -Barb
Tree
I think the two of them have become awfully… um… familiar in a short time. I stroll out to the patio where Barbara is enjoying a glass of wine au natural this comfortable June morning. I don’t think it’s her first one was she breezily says “Good morning sleepy-head!”
“I didn’t think you would be an early drinker” I reply.
“I’ve been up since six” she says. “Your servant Ulrika made me breakfast and we had a nice visit.”
I’m sure they did as there’s a scant bit of lingerie dangling from her chair’s armrest.
If I’d have known this ‘interview’ would be like this and this Barbara would be so charming, I would have checked my e-mails sooner when Ulrika told me I had a few hundred to review. I tell her Ulrika is not a servant. She handles my business affairs (and apparently other affairs also) and tell Barbara to ask what she wants.
He likes his persona as cold-hearted grumpy old man but I think I’ve gotten into his head. I ask him what I should expect. He says “About what?”
“The games! The crucifixion! What is it going to be like?”
“I’m not really sure. The biggest crowd I’ve ever done a crucifixion before was less than ten thousand people. You’re going to be before more than 10 times that many. Have you selected your crucifixion team yet?”
“Um, I’m not sure. Why?”
“You know all the MCTs are excluded but I have a team that meets the rules if not the spirit of them. I can coach them but not touch you” he says to me.
“What difference does make? I thought the rules made everything the same” I ask.
“Listen, only 25 countries have entrants so by the time you get to the seeding contest you are almost assured to get in the Game. But if you get in the game you know that you have to hang from the cross for a minimum of an hour. If you get a shitty crew and they nick an artery you will bleed to death before you even get to capitulate” Tree says. “There are only a hundred and fifty crosses but they are having trouble finding enough athletes. I suggest in the seeding even you quit when you are in. The lowest tier doesn’t have to do the last ramps.”
“Bullshit! That is not happening! I am going to be on the top tier! Do you know the bronze medalist gets a million dollar a year contract with Nailus Martyrs if she wins from the top tier?”
“So it’s just for the money?” He asks.
“No, the research counts; but I doubt you turn down money, do you?” I ask with a knowing smile.
I shrug. I don’t usually turn down a dollar but I don’t think I would ever agree to be crucified for a buck. I ask her what she is doing for training. She tells me she is doing weight training and adjusting to being whipped so she can do the carry in under an hour.
I ask her if she has ever seen the LA Coliseum in August. She tells me she has not. I suggest she does. “Barbara, in August the Santa Ana winds come in from the east. It is hot and dry. The lowest seed athlete comes out at 8 AM PDT. If they fill the field you won’t come out till two and a half hours later. By the time you do the loop up to street level you will be baking in the sun.”
There is strategy involved here? -Barb
Tree
......for example, I successfully crucified Eulalia just the other day on another thread
. She didn't get nails through her arteries, she even survived after being taken down
