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Esme blows a fanfare on her trombone – Last week Esme’s Cloud gained the 500th follower. Five hundred no less! Certainly more mind you, as there are 504 as of today.
Sticky buns for everyone! Apart from those who can’t be arsed reading or are dead. I have many genuine followers, in as much as they are not following The Cloud because The Cloud follows them, as the Cloud does not follow them at all (other than at weekends or when you might be able to get it in free at a very cheesy nightclub). One should only follow blogs one loves reading or get inspiration/enjoyment/free pickles from, otherwise, it’s all just stats for stats sake (rather than art). I know WordPress is still randomly unfollowing the blogs of people I wish to remain following; being slow of marbles and high in followers (ish) I don’t tend to notice, in some cases for over a year (looks shady), but if nothing comes up in my feed or notifications I have no idea it exists. It’s cheering to have found that many of the bloggers to whom this has happened did not unfollow me in return, and a couple actually contacted me to say ‘Oi! For the love of all the Gods and medium-sized dogs . . . WHY?!!**’ Howling in misery and renting their hair (for twenty quid a day). They get a jar of lemon curd and a hand-knitted bobble-hat as recompense. I truly think it’s appalling that WP does this, others have said it drives them nuts too. It’s all very well if you only follow five folks, but when you follow . . . (has no idea how many she follows, not a clue as to how to find out) . . . erm eight thousand and twenty-nine blogs you don’t catch on.
Thank you one and all! sets off a bucket of fireworks and hands out cake left, right, centre, up, down and sideways
Some facts regarding the number 500:
500 seconds is equal to 8 minutes, 20 seconds.
In numerology ‘a person expressing 500 energy would most likely step through a portal to a different dimension, on a whim, if such a portal suddenly appeared. The 500 energy person is curious, witty, and above all has no qualms about expressing their sense of freedom. They will do what they do when they feel a desire to do it or become curious about it. People generally smile a lot when they’re around the numerology energy of 500. ‘ – (Taken from an actual numerology article – see linkage) Seems to fit disturbingly well most of that – looks suspicious but doesn’t know who or what of
A cube with a volume of 500 cubic inches would be around 0.7 feet tall.
500 in Roman Numerals is D.
500 is the HTTP status code for Internal Server Error.
A ‘Monkey’ is £500 in UK cash. A ‘Flying Monkey’ is the equivalent of a bag of eighteen buttons on the Cloud and also slang for an actual Flying Monkey.
500 is how far the Proclaimers would walk just to be the man who walked 500 miles to fall down at your door. (Impressive devotion but also rather mental. I’d want them to produce a present before giving them a fireman’s lift into the house at least.)
**Not their exact words – wee paraphrase but close-ish
500 is so relative. If I give you 500 Leones you might get yourself another marble (in case you lost one) but 500 Semolians, you could take your marbles out for a night on the town, or an eclectic night club. Congratulations
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Thank you good sir beams I’ll take donations of any kind for the marble fund!
Esme glad she doesn’t have 500 relatives waving ‘pon the Cloud
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Quite easy to learn how many folk you “follow”. At the top of the Reader there is a bar saying ‘Followed Sites’. Click on the red button marked ‘Manage’ et voilà. 🙂
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Ignorance is such bliss though. Hahahahaha
-Esme Cloud thanking him for the info
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You have a knack for weaving words together to make a hilarious whole.
Mak waves from terra firma
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I am renowned for my hilarious whole then. falls about. But seriously, thank you Mak, its good to know there’s still entertainment to be had in the Clouds, and always a pleasure to see you here.
-Esme Cloud handing over a party hat and sparklers to Mak
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You do realize you are bonkers beyond measure? Plainly I mean that in a good way, indeed I should add that that is the highest of all compliments in this world of bland indifference.
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Hahahahaha. One of the best compliments I’ve had Mike. Thank you, never a dull moment (one hopes)!
-Esme Cloud handing cake over and pointing at the free bar
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I’ve not had cake since the old king died, yet the dubious magic of a free bar…were it the case this old fool was not so painfully old..would be a glorious nightmare come true.
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A glorious nightmare come true. I like the way you think Mike, and agree heartily. I attended a wedding once where there was a free bar. I’d say it ended badly but it didn’t really end at all, more melded into the next morning’s drive home sans any sleep inbetween. 6am we stopped. (note – I didn’t drive) The experience was interesting but I’d rather not repeat it now I’m older.
Esme nodding with Mike upon the Cloud but still downing a large JD
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Oh how I loath weddings. Free bar, drunk uncles, pineapple and tasteless cheese on sharp sticks, the compulsion of those I fell out with decades before to speak in my direction and slip sliding suited brats on a dancefloor fit only for the tapdancing obese while we await for Auntie Someone to belt out a song by Kylie Someone at the karaoke. Bowties a necessity for reasons unknown to me both then and now…although I do recall the bowtie on the gal who turned up out of the blue on the stag night was a diamond to any chap with a dozen pints inside him. I was hoping there would be a mass brawl toward the end, yet was denied even that small pleasure.
When Shirl and I got married we were content that our son would at last become a bastard in just the one sense of the word (in truth he’s a good chap). Save for my female ‘best man’ we merely walked Paignton Zoo, chatting with the inmates and sharing (the staff allowed that, plus gave us free entry) a bottle of champagne. No fuss. Bliss.
Enjoy your JD. Within the hour a glass of something French and red has appeal.
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Pineapple and cheese on cocktail sticks. The height of exotic nibbling back in the day. I personally found it a filthy combination and remain adamant on this (sings Goodie Two-shoes briefly). I will not touch a pizza that has fruit strewn about upon its surface for example. Weddings are as they ever were, most of the time; the best ones are as you have described, ones that don’t feel they have to stick to any rules. Fun should be involved but not forced fun (gives Professor Tabboo a warning glance). Shame about the missed brawl, I recall a few myself and they always lift one’s spirits (whilst supping spirits), but I can see the gal with the bow-tie clearly and yes, I think she suits it, hahahaha. Thank you for sharing your wedding history, I’m glad Shirl got to make a dishonest man of you finally, and yes, your son is a fine chap indeed, and I’m really pleased he’s kept the Cloud following in the family bu joining you here too.
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‘Oi! For the love of all the Gods and medium-sized dogs… WHY?!! WHY I bellow are your and my Followers ‘a comin’ and a goin’ in such recondite fashion and Cloudiness -ish!? HAH! Neon-lights flash: “Internal Server Error Present!” Contact the Steampunker Lads & Lasses in I.T. for monkey-ish assistance.
P.S. With hardly a breath remaining in his lungs, tongue a dangling about (not so much in a seductive manner), and on his wobbly knees gazing up at Madame Esmeralda in all her glorious Cloudiness, raises his hand to her showing a felt-covered little box with levers and cogs and begins a tune:
And what does the lucky Lady of Cloudy finery find inside when she opens it? 💍💞
Is my gift and promise of truest, purest Amore—for at least a night, or 0.73 hours -ish—and most noble companionship worthy of my Lady’s eternal heart? 😈
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Tongue dangling about eh? Only you would dare dangle a tongue here Prof. Hahahaha. And that’s a very dodgy gift you’ve got dangling with it as well falls about. I appreciate your dedication to the Empress and her Cloud mind you. Thank you mucho with gusto sir x
-Esme Cloud holding him off with a broom as usual but chucking some cake his way too
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(catches his flyin’ cakes smilin’ back at her Wonderousness with some bewilderment about…)
Umm, so is that a “Yes”? Or a “Hell YES with my knickers unraveling!”? 😈
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Unraveling knickers. This makes me all the more dubious as to your actual contact with a real-life woman. HAHAHAHAHAHA. If they unravel they’re a might huge pair wrapped around the hips several times and possibly fastened with a safety pin. Sex bomb on a stick that is, along with a resounding NO! falls about
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Now a dodgy Sex Bomb on a Sticky Bun Stick after Scottie’s mishaps. 🙄 Pffftt, I can’t bring him anywhere. Hehehehe 😉
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Let’s hope you don’t take him anywhere too eh?
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🤣
(falling and tumbling about… like the Lady in the Cloudiness does and has mastered)
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Hello Esme. Uhm, well, congratulations yes much so … Ah I think I need a translator, see I am from the US, uhm, well so English is a second language for me and I do not do it well. Oh grand job, great you have 500+ subscribers, that is wonderful. Uhm numerology … Crap, sorry , really sorry about the sticky bun on the chair. Oh my glass, that will come out right, can I help clean that up? Ok ya, maybe I should just stand over here. Any way thanks for the invite to your party and I think you and your pup are grand. Shoot, uhm, was it OK I gave her the new sticky bun you gave me see she was the only one paying me attention over here and well she seem to really want it. Can I use the bathroom? 😀😃😄😍🥰 You are grand Esme and Roo. Hugs
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Hahahahaha, marvellous Scottie! Fear not in regards to the sticky messes, I’ll have Prof Taboo cleaning such sitch’s up as he seems keen on a bit of stickiness – grabs Scottie’s hand and points him to the toilet then pulls him to the front of the crowd to help blow out some of the 500 candles on the cake
Thank you my fine friend, you’re very grand yourself!
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By chance, did you know you exceeded 500 words by 67, the atomic number of Holmium. What that has to do with anything, I don’t know.
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I did not know Peter, and I’m miffed that I didn’t think to keep the piece at an exact 500 words! This is balanced by the fact that here you are, one of my earliest followers, still visiting Esme on her Cloud, and I’m pleased as Punch about it.
Esme hugging Peter upon the Cloud
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I’d walk 500 miles for any one of your goodies Esme. Thanks for the smiles 😆
Congratulations on the big D.
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I believe you would too Val ❤ In January it shall be six years in time since Esme and her Cloud poised over WP then dipped down to take a look, and I’m very glad we did.
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Mandrake Mubletunes has asked me to kick in his 2 bits (or 0.25 bytes), so please do not blame me. Blame the moose. Even if I’m the moose, blame the moose 🙂
500 hexadecimal is 1F4.
Bill’s age in hexadecimal years is 48. Someone asks him to divulge his age, he replies “48 if you must know.” Do not know how much in moose years.
For the record only: 42 is 2A.
— Mumbletunes returns with sticky buns, and instructions on where to insert them.
Bill feels great remorse at his whole base 16 performance. He moosishly asks Mandrake to make it all right somehow. So ‘tunes turns:
1F4 into 500.
48 into 72.
2A into 42.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled program, in progress.
Moral: Bill should stick to Pooh Sticks.
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Pooh sticks, one of the finest games known to humans, yet impossible to play unless you have a handy stream and two sticks. Once again I see numbers Bill, so many numbers and they are all dancing the can-can but not singing a song I recognise; I do see that you are 48, and know this is as true as it is that Esme is over 400 years old, but as you say only is pressed and a moose. The insertion of a sticky bun without losing the icing on top takes some skill, but I think you’re just the man for the job and shall have all the party people line up so you can practise the art on them.
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🙂
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I have a t-shirt with that very quote printed upon it! I do! Hahahahahaha.
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As a student of synchronistic serendipity, I ❤ this stance of the happen enormorerrfically. 🙂 ❤ 🙂
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enormorrifically, actually. 🙂
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Hahahahaha.
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With such a fine followership, perhaps the Cloud can now afford to hire a copy editor.
Everyone knows it’s spelled cheezy. One step from sleazy.
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Hahahahahaha. I’m pretty sure my present proofer will be waving his handbag in the air about your comment Kris! You’re not wrong about the step mind.
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-giggles- I’ll have that sticky bun, thanks! Oh and congratulations. Totally agree re followers and following. -nods as she stuffs said bun into mouth-
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When Brutus Van der Bobbinstein, my carrier-pigeon, arrives at your window seal Madame Esme, do not be startled by his jiggy dance-style or his peculiar stares thru his Coke-bottle duo-monocles. He is very sensitive to sophisticated Ladies such as yourself who look at him strangely, or lick their choppers once he puffs out his mammoth breast. This is what makes Brutus so jumpy and constantly turning his head, watching your every move thru both monocles, but not simultaneously! That hurts his eyes.
With that said, just slowly move gracefully with your grand smile and read my message he delivers. 😁
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How did you find me! Releases the hounds
Hahahahahaha.
‘Brutus Van der Bobbinstein’ – excellent name, his ‘jiggy’ dancing may incur a slap mind you.
I haven’t been able to do any cards this year, no physical ones; I must do a post letting people know so they don’t think they’re the only ones who have been missed out. I can’t remember if I did them last year, I certainly did them one or two years, and from what I can gather people have kept them, which is very lovely. Thank you Professor, very kind of you.
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Brutus brings you a personally signed invitation to browse upon my Steampunk blog-post… published just today! I think it might tickle your fancy and perhaps additional spots and funny-bones. 😉 ❤
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Does this mean I’m not getting a Christmas card?! looks furious Hahahahaha
Esme popping over to check out his gears and cogs
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Ummm… though I enjoy the holidays and frolicking with family, dear friends, and trapping Lasses under mistletoe over the holidays, I am not a Chrissmian. However, I do send cards at anytime of the year AND when my HUGE…
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heart tells me to. 😁 However, I have long longed, deeply for your direct address! For the most honorable, noblest reasons of course! 😈 ❤
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Yes, I have no doubt, ya big frollicker!
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