humor-msg - 12/1/18 Period and SCA humor. NOTE: See also the files: jokes-msg, SCA-dishes-art, dance-par-art, jesters-msg, you-know-msg, F-Eng-Joke-Bk-art, An-SCA-History-art. ************************************************************************ NOTICE - This file is a collection of various messages having a common theme that I have collected from my reading of the various computer networks. Some messages date back to 1989, some may be as recent as yesterday. This file is part of a collection of files called Stefan's Florilegium. These files are available on the Internet at: http://www.florilegium.org I have done a limited amount of editing. Messages having to do with seperate topics were sometimes split into different files and sometimes extraneous information was removed. For instance, the message IDs were removed to save space and remove clutter. The comments made in these messages are not necessarily my viewpoints. I make no claims as to the accuracy of the information given by the individual authors. Please respect the time and efforts of those who have written these messages. The copyright status of these messages is unclear at this time. If information is published from these messages, please give credit to the orignator(s). Thank you, Mark S. Harris AKA: Lord Stefan li Rous RSVE60@email.sps.mot.com stefan@florilegium.org ************************************************************************ From: Ioseph Subj: Herald Hunting Season opens! Date: 8 Dec 91 KINGDOM OF ATENVELDT HERALD SEASON AND BAG LIMITS ********************************************************************** 1300.01 GENERAL 1. Any person with a valid Atenveldt hunting license may harvest heralds. 2. Taking of heralds with traps or deadfalls is permitted. The use of rare books as bait is prohibited. 3. Killing of heralds with a vehicle is prohibited. If accidentally struck, remove dead herald to roadside and proceed to nearest car wash. 4. It is unlawful to chase, herd, or harvest heralds from a snow machine, helicopter, or aircraft. 5. It shall be unlawful to shout "newbie", "you -still- don't have a device?", or "free Perrier!" for the purpose of trapping heralds. 6. It shall be unlawful to hunt heralds within 100 yards of BMW dealerships. 7. It shall be unlawful to use sheep, young squires, $100 bills, bunny-fur bimbos, or newbies to attract heralds. 8. It shall be unlawful to hunt heralds within 200 yards of Royal Court, Baronial Court, whorehouses, health spas, sheep ranches or used bookstores. 9. If a herald is appointed to Corporate office, it shall be a felony to hunt, trap, or possess it. 10. Stuffed or mounted heralds must have a state health department inspection for rabies and other vermin. 11. It shall be illegal for a hunter to disguise himself as a sheep, newbie, Tuchux, bunny-fur bimbo or tavern keeper for the purpose of hunting heralds. 12> It shall be illegal to hunt any herald in actual performance of their duties. BAG LIMITS 1. Yellow Bellied Sidewinder 2 2. Two-faced Letter Writer 1 3. Common Back-stabber 4 4. Small-breasted Ball Buster (Female only) 3 5. Big-mouthed Pub Gut 2 6. Honest Herald EXTINCT 7. Cut-throat 2 8. Back-stabbing Whiner 2 9. Brown-nosed Crown Kisser 2 10. Absent-Minded Device Loser $100 BOUNTY *********************************************************************** Date: 21 May 92 From: aryk@gpu.utcs.utoronto.ca (a.j.s. nusbacher) Newsgroups: rec.org.sca Organization: University of Toronto mjc+@cs.cmu.edu (Monica Cellio) writes: >One problem with trying to use period humor is that so much of it is stale >to our 20th century minds. Has anyone done any work in bringing medieval >humor to the SCA? A lot of mediaeval humour is really gross. Really really gross. I used to tell a lot of Tyl Eulenspiegel stories at SCA events. When a new translation of a 16th century German book of Eulenspiegel stories was pub- lished in about 1985, I eagerly read it for new (old) Tyl stories. Aside from a few really great ones (stop by at Pennsic and ask to hear about Tyl Eulenspiegel and how he met the Pope), most of them were doo-doo jokes and fart jokes. Mostly pretty funny, but mostly really disgusting to modern sensibilities. Some people would laugh, others would make barfing noises (alas poor Yoooooorick!), and I would feel embarassed. It's not that it's stale, it't that the stuff that isn't rarefied intellectual stuff is often really earthy. (If you want an example, get me half-drunk and ask me about Tyl Eulenspiegel and the King of Poland's Jester). Aryk Nusbacher aryk@gpu.utcs.utoronto.ca Subject: Tyl Eulenspiegel Date: 25 May 92 From: aryk@gpu.utcs.utoronto.ca (a.j.s. nusbacher) Newsgroups: rec.org.sca Organization: University of Toronto * Universitas Torontoniensis The book I referred to was: A Pleasant Vintage of Tyl Eulenspiegel born in the Country of Bruns- wick. How he spent his life. 95 of his tales. Translated from the edition of 1515, with Introduction and Critical Appendix, by Paul Oppenheimer. Wesleyan University Press, Middletown, Connecticut M.CM.lxxij This is a direct transcription of the dust jacket, which is why it is in that weird format instead of modern bibliographic notation: Oppenheimer, Paul, trans. _A Pleasant Vintage of Tyl Eulenspiegel_ etc. Middletown, Conn.: Wesleyan University Press, 1972. There is a more recent Eulenspiegel collection, though. I'm looking for the reference. This one is filled with all sorts of sophisticated, highbrow mediaeval humour. Aryk Nusbacher .. .. Celebrating the 20th Anniversary ||_|| of Women Members of Hart House Subj: Tyl Eulenspiegel_ Date: 26 May 92 From: karplus@cse.ucsc.edu (Kevin Karplus) Newsgroups: rec.org.sca Perhaps Aryk Nusbacher was looking for Uniform title: Eulenspiegel (Satire). English. Title: Till Eulenspiegel : his adventures / translated, with introduction and notes, by Paul Oppenheimer. New York : Garland, 1991. Description: xcv, 214 p. : ill. ; 23 cm. Series: Garland library of medieval literature ; Series B v. 74. Notes: Translation of: Eulenspiegel. Includes bibliographical references (p. [lxxxv]-xcv). Other entries: Oppenheimer, Paul. Garland library of medieval literature ; v. 74. Or perhaps the children's book Author: Janisch, Heinz. Uniform title: Till Eulenspiegel. English. Title: The merry pranks of Till Eulenspiegel / illustrated by Lisbeth Zwerger ; translated by Anthea Bell. Saxonville, MA : Picture Book Studio, c1990. Description: [22] p. : col. ill. ; 25 cm. Notes: Translation of: Till Eulenspiegel. Cover title: Till Eulenspiegel. Additional cover title: Till Eulenspiegel's Merry Pranks. "A Michael Neugebauer book." Unfolds the life of the merry prankster Till, from his rowdy infancy to his final joke at his own funeral. Other entries: Zwerger, Lisbeth. Bell, Anthea. Till Eulenspiegel. Till Eulenspiegel's merry pranks. Knud Kaukinen Kevin Karplus inactive in the West teaching at UC Santa Cruz Newsgroups: rec.org.sca From: nsmca@aurora.alaska.edu Subject: Society Jokes? Organization: University of Alaska Fairbanks Date: Sun, 2 May 1993 06:39:25 GMT Society joke (pardon is requested if it offends anyone): How many knights does it take to light a candle? None, Knights do there best work at night. (pun on the word knight and not ref: sex). How many knights does it take to light a candle? None, that is what pages and squires are for. The Phule strikes again. Newsgroups: rec.org.sca From: tbarnes@silver.ucs.indiana.edu (thomas wrentmore barnes) Subject: Re: Society Jokes? Organization: Indiana University Date: Fri, 7 May 1993 22:50:45 GMT On a related note: How many squires does it take to change a candle? It depends who's watching... How many Pelicans does it take to change a candle? 1. Just one, but it takes years and years of hard work and dedication. 2. None, It's O.K. I'll just sit here in the dark... Lothar. From: dgreen@thor (David Greenebaum) Newsgroups: rec.org.sca Subject: Re: Society Jokes? Date: 7 May 1993 23:57:25 GMT >How many Pelicans does it take to change a candle? >1. Just one, but it takes years and years of hard work and dedication. >2. None, It's O.K. I'll just sit here in the dark... 3. ONE! I can DO IT MYSELF!! I don't need ANY HELP, OK?!!!! --------------------- Bjalfi Thordharson/College of St. Katherine/Province of |\ | |\ |\ |// | the Mists/Principality of the Mists/West Kingdom | > | |\\ | \ |/ | David Greenebaum/University of California/Berkeley, CA |< | | \ | | | dgreen@athena.berkeley.edu, dgreen@garnet.berkeley.edu | > | | | | | |/ | | | | | "I make mistakes, but I am on the side of good -- by --------------------- accident and happenchance." -- the Golux From: corun@access.digex.net (Corun MacAnndra) Newsgroups: rec.org.sca Subject: Re: Society Jokes? Date: 8 May 1993 08:54:16 -0400 Organization: Express Access Online Communications, Greenbelt, MD USA And then there's the ubiquitous..... How many Tuchux does it take to light a candle? Three. One to hold the gasoline....... ;-) In service, Corun =========================================================================== Corun MacAnndra | A free society is one Dark Horde by birth | where it is safe to be unpopular. Moritu by choice | A. Stevenson Newsgroups: rec.org.sca From: AYLWIN@HOLONET.NET Subject: Re: Society Jokes? Organization: HoloNet National Internet Access System: 510-704-1058/modem Date: Mon, 10 May 1993 12:29:45 GMT After numerous lightbulb jokes... One fair afternoon, the King and one of his knights were sitting in the shade, arguing about sex. His Majesty proposed that it was 50% work, and 50% pleasure, while the knight maintained that sex was 30% work, and 70% pleasure. Finally, the knight said, "Your Majesty, allow me to offer a solution to our debate. I will call my squire, who is a wise young man, and we will ask him to decide." The King agreed, and so the squire was called. After listening to the arguments, he realized the precariousness of his position. No matter what he said, he would either offend his Lord or his King. The squire thought hard upon the matter, and said, finally, "Your Majesty, my knight, I believe that sex is no work, and 100% fun." The two were taken aback by this calm declaration, and his knight asked the squire how he had reached such a conclusion. "Well, my Lord, if sex involved any work, you would have me do it..." Sir Aylwin the Flamehaired Barony of Sentinels' Keep / Artemisia Atenveldt Who thanks His Lordship Aldwin Longwalker for first tell *him* the joke... From: dgreen@athena (David Greenebaum) Newsgroups: rec.org.sca Subject: Re: Society Jokes Date: 6 May 1993 17:34:51 GMT How many Norsemen does it take to light a candle? Why bother with a candle? There's a monastery just over the next hill. --------------------- Bjalfi Thordharson/College of St. Katherine/Province of |\ | |\ |\ |// | the Mists/Principality of the Mists/West Kingdom | > | |\\ | \ |/ | David Greenebaum/University of California/Berkeley, CA |< | | \ | | | dgreen@athena.berkeley.edu, dgreen@garnet.berkeley.edu | > | | | | | |/ | | | | | "I make mistakes, but I am on the side of good -- by --------------------- accident and happenchance." -- the Golux From: mack@rathe.cs.umn.edu (Mack Read-Mackenzie) Newsgroups: rec.org.sca Subject: re: Society Jokes Date: 7 May 93 15:58:22 GMT Organization: Rathe, Inc. A mental lapse from Corwyn - Knights: What is the difference between an Ansteoran Knight, a Caidan Knight, and a Middle Kingdom Knight? Well if said Knight is standing on a railroad track, and a freight train is rumbling directly at him: The Ansteorran Knight would plant himself and take the charge on his shield... The Caidan Knight would avoid the charge and then hit it from behind afterwards... The Middle Kingdom Knight would turn his back and refuse eye contact... Laurels: How many Laurels does it take to change a lightbulb? None. The Laurelate has decided that it isn't really ready to be changed yet. Perhaps in another year the quality of its light will have deepened and matured. Pelicans: How many Pelicans does it take to change a lightbulb? Just one, but with years of hard, unceasing effort where everyone can see. Sorry... (but not very!) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) -- Sir Corwyn ap Rhys Greyrider, From the Barony of Nordskogen In the newly created Crown Principality of Northshield In the MIDDLE KINGDOM. MKA: K. R. Read-Mackenzie (rathe!mack@cs.umn.edu) From: del@babel.DIALix.oz.au (D Elson) Newsgroups: rec.org.sca Subject: Society Jokes Date: Sat, 08 May 93 01:19:28 GMT Q: How many laurels does it take to change a light bulb? A: None, light bulbs aren't period. Q: How many laurels does it take to blow out a candle? A: None, that's a pelican's job. Q: How many knights does it take to blow out a candle? A: One, but the candle must be sure to accept the blow. Del -----------------------------------+------------------------------------- D Elson | del@DIALix.oz.au del@adied.oz.au -----------------------------------+------------------------------------- Newsgroups: rec.org.sca From: gary@sci34hub.sci.com (Gary Heston) Subject: Re: Society Jokes Organization: SCI Systems, Inc., Huntsville, Al. Date: Thu, 13 May 1993 04:00:10 GMT >In article <9305100848.aa03750@msi8500.micros.com> mike@micros.COM (Michael J. Lonski) writes: >>Q: How many Byzantines does it take to change a lightbulb? >> >>A: Three, one to change the light bulb and one to confuse the issue. :):):) Q: How many Hordesmen does it take to change a light bulb? A: What light bulb? -- Gary Heston SCI Systems, Inc. gary@sci34hub.sci.com site admin The Chairman of the Board and the CFO speak for SCI. I'm neither. Hestons' First Law: I qualify virtually everything I say. From: sbraslau@uhunix.uhcc.hawaii.EDU (Stacy Braslau-Schneck) Newsgroups: rec.org.sca Subject: A riddle in gratitude Date: 19 May 1993 07:01:00 -0400 Greetings to all of you gathered upon this bridge, from Adira in Western Seas Not long ago I had the pleasure of finally attending my first event, after it seemed that there was a curse laid upon me that I should not (the dolphins tried to interfere but could only take up a small portion of the morning). Although I was not able to spend much time there I did thoroughly enjoy myself. In celebration, and in gratitude to all of you here who sustained me in my Dream while I was unable to attend a real event, I offer the riddle below. It is from _A Feast of Creatures: Anglo-Saxon Riddle-Songs_, by Craig Williamson (1982), which I will soon need to return to the library, but I enjoyed the 20 minutes or so I had of it. I am a strange creature shaped for battle, Coated in colors, dear to my lord. Bright thread lurks and swings in my mail, Cradles the death-gem, gift of a lord Who grips and guides my body forward Through the wide rush of war. In the clear Court of day, I bear the glint of gold, Bright song of smiths. Often I slay Soul-bearers with thrust and slash. Sometimes the hall-king decks me in silver Or garnet praise, raises my power Where men drink mead, reigns my killing Or cuts me loose, hear-keen, swing-tired, Through the broad room of war. Sometimes I sing Through the throat of a friend - the curse Of weapons. No son will seek vengeance On my slayer when battle-foes ring death. My tribe will not count children of mine Unless I lordless leave the guardian Who gave me rings. My fate is strange: If I follow my lord and wage war, Sure thrust of a prince's pleasure, Then I must stroke in bridless play Without the hope of child-treasure. I am bound by an ancient craft to lose That joy - so in sheer celibacy I enjoy The hoard of heroes. Wrapped with wire Like a bright fool, I frustrate a woman, Steal her joy, slake desire. She rants, Rails, curses, claps hands, chants Unholy incantations - bladed words In a bloodless battle I cannot enjoy. Who am I? ------------------------------------------------------------------ For those of you who asked of the SCA in Hawaii, I cannot yet offer you complete measure, yet when my friend and I approached the encampment we were immediately welcomed and introduced to the Baroness, and stood by for court. We witnessed a fine archery competition and the preparations for Tourney but needed to leave before it could begin. The group seems friendly and welcoming. My only wonder is how they manage to survive in garb in Hawaii's weather! My thanks to all of you who keep this bridge interesting and alive! Adira Newsgroups: rec.org.sca From: pavao@cae.wisc.edu (Pavao Aaron) Subject: Riddle me, again Organization: U of Wisconsin-Madison College of Engineering Date: 2 Jun 93 02:15:57 CDT Greetings, goode Gentles, all! Riddles are more than diversions. Riddles can make people think. Just for the fun of it, I've been making up some riddles. I'd like to make it a bit of a contest to see who can E-mail me the correct answer the most swiftly, just for fun. If you feel that rec.org.sca is not the place for riddles, I'll be happy to explain now why I post them here. I hope that some of my riddles provoke some thought, perhaps to some people who do not otherwise feel they have the time to think in such ways. If you feel that riddles are not appropriate for this bridge, I would listen to your arguements via E-mail. The answer to my first riddle, >A mayor, a judge, >A salute, a knight, >Lost to a lover, >Won in a fight. was, indeed, "honour," and was first answered correctly by Lord Thorn, Joseph's Son. He shall receive one point. Feel free to play or to press 'n' as you like. Riddle me, riddle me, A crafty rhyme, Riddle me, riddle me, A crafty time, The first as it should be, The askance at bed, The thought is returning, The anger has fled. A riddle, a whim, An answer is sought, Can ye solve the riddle My mind has wrought? -> Chandler SCA: Chandler Greyfeathre MKA: Aaron Pavao NET: pavao@cae.wisc.edu Newsgroups: rec.org.sca From: pavao@cae.wisc.edu (Pavao Aaron) Subject: Re: riddle me Organization: U of Wisconsin-Madison College of Engineering Date: 13 Jun 93 14:50:36 CDT kate@Micor.OCUnix.on.ca (Kate Sanderson) writes: >So, Chandler, what WAS the answer to the first one??? > >Kasia Well, if I have my order right, the first riddle's answer was 'Honour' and the second's was 'Forgiveness.' There's a third one (and a pretty tough one, if I do say so myself) floating about unanswered as well. The answer to each riddle will be given in the riddle following it. Each riddle will be posted as fast as they are answered. Unless nobody can figure one out. Then I might just skip it and give a new one. And give the answer. Maybe. -> Chandler SCA: Chandler Greyfeathre MKA: Aaron Pavao NET: pavao@cae.wisc.edu From: hjfeld@acs.bu.edu (harold feld) Newsgroups: rec.org.sca Subject: Re: riddle me Date: 14 Jun 93 12:34:16 GMT Organization: Boston University, Boston, MA, USA For the good lord Chandler, and whoever else wishes to play, I offer a few riddles of my own. pavao@cae.wisc.edu (Pavao Aaron) writes: > kate@Micor.OCUnix.on.ca (Kate Sanderson) writes: >>So, Chandler, what WAS the answer to the first one??? >> >>Kasia > > Well, if I have my order right, the first riddle's answer was >'Honour' and the second's was 'Forgiveness.' There's a third one (and a pretty >tough one, if I do say so myself) floating about unanswered as well. > > The answer to each riddle will be given in the riddle following it. >Each riddle will be posted as fast as they are answered. Unless nobody can >figure one out. Then I might just skip it and give a new one. And give the >answer. Maybe. > >-> Chandler > >SCA: Chandler Greyfeathre >MKA: Aaron Pavao >NET: pavao@cae.wisc.edu 1) I am that great treasure, a gift of God, that without me men whither and die. Wise men seek me in vain, armies lay waste to lands in my name, but the poorest may own me with no fear of robbery. Who am I? The next two are based on the legends of the Jews: 1) A sweet smellin myrtle, hidden by a veil, untill that moment when the enemy revealed, the myrtle grows a tree fifty cubits high, and the Jews thus saved, now tell me who am I? 2) Made in twilight on the sixth day of creation/ I saved my master to my master's vexation. Who am I? 3) I saw the sun for just one day the Jew's to aid and their foes to slay And the meanest, lowest servant vile Saw visions greater than the Chariot of Fire What am I? Yaakov Newsgroups: rec.org.sca From: pavao@cae.wisc.edu (Pavao Aaron) Subject: Riddle me... Organization: U of Wisconsin-Madison College of Engineering Date: 21 Jun 93 23:25:48 CDT To All Goode Gentles, and Some Bad Ones, Greetings! Wow. Looks like nobody liked my last riddle. It was: One on the left, And one on the right, The first one is walked on, The last is a fright. A hint first, then the answer. The 'first' and 'last' mentioned in the last two lines is talking about sylables. What gets walked on? Ground, floor, path, old friends, hmm. The last is a fright? Fear? Blades? Death? Think Rialto threads. "Outlandish at Outlandish." Teens! The answer: "Florentine." One weapon in the left hand, one weapon in the right hand, first sylable "flor," last sylable "tine" pronounced "teen." Admittedly, it would take a small leap to get it, but that what riddles are for. And now... Riddle me, riddle me, A crafty rhyme, Riddle me, riddle me, A crafty time, Eggs of gold, In trees they hide, Eggs with many Yolks inside. A riddle, a whim, An answer is sought, Can ye slove the riddle My mind has wrought? That one should be considerably easier. And don't be afraid of being wrong, folks, 'tis better to be wrong than silent. I'll give you a point for trying (and a bonus point if you're right. And another point if you're the first to be right). Yours in Service to the Dream, -> Chandler SCA: Chandler Greyfeathre MKA: Aaron Pavao NET: pavao@cae.wisc.edu From: fnklshtn@ACFcluster.NYU.EDU Newsgroups: rec.org.sca Subject: Re: Hospitals Date: 9 Feb 1994 04:30:00 GMT Organization: New York University, NY, NY In article <1994Feb7.162728.6773@news.brandonu.ca>, chackowsky@news.brandonu.ca writes: >Hello, SCA > >Can anyone here point the way to any online documents concerning the >establishment, running, and dark, secret inner workings of hospitals during the >late middle ages (c.1500)? Or perhaps you've some tales to tell? In my travels I have heard of a certain "doctor" who thought he could cure lunacy. His method consisted of immersing the unfortunate in a pit filled with wastes. Depending on the degree of insanity, the poor fool would be immersed deeper or more shalowly. One of these "patients" was standing in his pit, immersed to the waist, when he saw a nobleman out hunting. The fool began to question the nobleman, the noble amused himself by answering. "What is this?" "My hunting saddle." "What are they?" "Hunting dogs" "And this?" "A crossbow." "Do these things cost much?" "My hunting gear costs me about 100 Shilings per year." "And what do you do with these things?" "I ride about the swamps and forests chasing after dangerous beasts." "And this hunting, how much pay do you receive for what you catch?" "I do not receive pay for it, but, if I had to place a price, I may save a couple of Shilings per year on the food." "My friend," said the fool, "You must run from here with all haste!" "Why" "Because the doctor is returning, and if I'm immersed to my waist, hearing what I have heard, the doctor will surely immerse you to your neck!" Shalom, Nahum From: ansteorra@eden.com (6/16/95) To: ansteorra@eden.com RE>Interkingdom A&S On the class list for Interkingdom A&S: >Cauldron Cooking This is my Atlantean mistress's recipe for "Cauldron Puddle" (that's the Lost Continent of Atlantis as in glug-glug, not the Kingdom of Atlantia; she has an unbroken oral chain of pagan rites handed down from the proto-Druids -- but I digress): Kill one large adult male cauldron. Do not take a female; the population needs to recover (notice how few cauldrons there are around?). One male cauldron can mate with several females, producing many tin cans (the larval forms). Hang the cauldron under eaves like a pheasant (or peasant). Allow to "season" (rust) for several months (less in Trimaris and Meridies; hose it down daily in Atenveldt and Caid). Ignite one large blowtorch -- acetyline works well, producing a lovely tang (no metalworking pun intended). Play flame over cauldron, suspended over a large flat rock, basting with motor oil, until cauldron has melted into a puddle. Drizzle it over the flat rock for lace cakes, or in small puddles for cookies. Serve warm to Duke Jonathan the Robo-Duke, professionally-trained stunt heralds with iron constitutions, and such. One large adult male serves 4. Respectfully submitted, Daniel de Lincoln, currently running a fever -- Tim McDaniel tmcd@crl.com From: ansteorra@eden.com (10/27/95) To: ansteorra@eden.com sca-lochac A Yeast Laurel's Drinking Manual. Forwarded from Lochac list: > >___________________________________________________________________ > A Yeast Laurel's Drinking Manual > > Original is an Urban Myth, Modifications by Drake Morgan. > Thanks for Katryn of the Forest > and Meliora DiCurci for their help >___________________________________________________________________ > Disclaimer: > >The Author of this work is clinically insane and therefore is not >responsible for this work. He is not a yeast laurel, not a laurel >(or a peer) of any kind and after this is certainly won't have a >snowball's chance in hell of becoming one anyway. > >___________________________________________________________________ > >SYMPTOM: Drinking fails to give taste and satisfaction, beer is > unusually pale and clear. >FAULT: Drinking Horn Empty. >ACTION: Find the Autocrat and complain about the consumables until > He/She gives you another beer. > >SYMPTOM: Drinking fails to give taste and satisfaction, and the front > of your doublet is wet. >FAULT: Mouth not open when drinking or drinking horn is applied to > wrong part of face. >ACTION: Buy another beer and practice in front of a glassy lake. > Drink as many as needed to perfect drinking technique. > >SYMPTOM: Feet cold and wet. >FAULT: Tankard being held at incorrect angle. >ACTION: Turn tankard other way up so that open end points toward > ceiling. > >SYMPTOM: Feet warm and wet. >FAULT: Improper bladder control. >ACTION: Go stand next to nearest Squire. After a while, complain to > their Knight about their Squire's lack of house training > and demand a beer as compensation. > >SYMPTOM: Floor blurred. >FAULT: You are looking through bottom of empty glass. >ACTION: Find someone who will give you another beer and ask why > it was in a glass in the first place, as they're not > period. > >SYMPTOM: Floor swaying. >FAULT: Excessive air turbulence, perhaps due to court/ > bardic circle/peerage meeting in progress. >ACTION: Insert rattan length down back of doublet. > >SYMPTOM: Room Spinning. >FAULT: Your probably doing the bear dance. >ACTION: Collapse and ask the populace, "What are they doing to > the trees". Some Knight will take pity on you, sit you > down and hand you a drinking horn. If the room is still > spinning, stop drinking or keep drinking until it stops. > >SYMPTOM: Floor moving. >FAULT: You are being carried out. >ACTION: Find out if you are being taken to another feast. If > not, complain loudly to the autocrat that you are being > kidnapped. > >SYMPTOM: Opposite wall covered with ceiling beams with banners > hanging away from it. >FAULT: You have fallen over backward. >ACTION: If your tankard is full and no one is standing on your > drinking arm, stay put. If not, get someone to help you > get up; lash self to nearest pelican. > >SYMPTOM: Everything has gone dim, mouth full of hedgehogs and almonds. >FAULT: You have fallen forward. >ACTION: See above. > >SYMPTOM: Everything his gone dim, your face is lying on something soft. >FAULT: You have fallen forward in court. >ACTION: Apologise to the King and Queen and make some excuse about not > being a costume laurel. > >SYMPTOM: Everything has gone dark. >FAULT: The Feast has finished. >ACTION: Panic. > >SYMPTOM: You can't spell "Mead" for your A&S Entry. >FAULT: If you feel a compulsion to enter an A&S competition > then it's time to stop drinking permenantly and ring > the funny farm. >ACTION: You can spell "Beer" instead. Laurels can't tell the > difference between Mead and Beer anyway. > >SYMPTOM: You awaken to find your bed hard, cold and wet. You cannot > see anything in your bedroom. >FAULT: You have spent the night in the gutter. >ACTION: Ring your Chronicller and check if another feast is on. > If not, treat yourself to a lie-in. > >Complements of..... > >Drake Morgan. >-------------------------------------------------------------------------- >|Email: drake.morgan@caa.gov.au| EMAIL Warning!!! | >| PH: (06) 2685099 (BH) | | >| (06) 2545496 (AH) | Replies Bounce! Send msg. from scratch! | >-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Newsgroups: rec.org.sca From: djheydt@kithrup.com (Dorothy J Heydt) Subject: Re: Period contraception Organization: Kithrup Enterprises, Ltd. Date: Thu, 30 Sep 2004 20:24:13 GMT In article <10loocq7vmqn806@corp.supernews.com>, Ted Eisenstein wrote: >> No, but the Graeco-Roman New Comedy is. The courtesan always turns out to >> be some well-to-do family's exposed daughter. >You know, that also sounds like the typical Gilbert and Sullivan >operetta. . . > >Alban, wondering if there's really been any changes in plotlines over >the last 2500 years My take, as an amateur, is that there hasn't. On the other hand, the way these plots are expressed can change widely. The comedies of Plautus had to be massively rewritten (no plot changes, just dialogue modernized) to produce _A Funny Thing Happened To Me On the Way To the Forum._ And I once saw a production of the famous Elizabethan comedy _Ralph Roister Doister_, unfunniest thing you ever saw. _The Knight of the Burning Pestle,_ however, managed to be funny with few or no changes. Dorothea of Caer-Myrddin Dorothy J. Heydt Mists/Mists/West Albany, California PRO DEO ET REGE djheydt@kithrup.com From: "celia" Newsgroups: soc.history.medieval Subject: Lying for the Whetstone Date: 16 Jul 2006 08:40:35 -0700 One of the more enigmatic objects found in a princely early Anglo Saxon grave at Sutton Hoo was a ceremonial whetstone or sceptre. Topped with a bronze stag standing in a metal circle its meaning has been the subject of much debate. Much later in the Middle Ages Bishop Porteus had a ceremonial whetstone displayed above his dining room fireplace in the Bishop's Palace at Fulham. How he came by it takes us back to an old Whitsun custom celebrated in England since at least the early 14th c. As Bishop Porteus stopped to change horses one Whitsun at Coggeshall in Essex he noticed that there were an unusual number of people gathered around the inn. Enquiring of one of the crowd what was going on he was told that it was their custom at Whitsun to compete for a whetstone by seeing who could tell the tallest story. Horrified at this intelligence the Bishop immediately preached a sermon on the sin of lying concluding it by roundly declaring that he had never told a lie in his life. After putting their heads together and conferring for a few seconds the contests judges walked to the carriage and, as they gave the bishop the whetstone, said, "My Lord, we award you the prize" Back with the previous threads on urology and quacks and riding backwards, in 1382 Roger Clerk was paraded through London holding the tail of his horse 'and with two urinals called 'jordans' in the vernacular tied around his neck together with a whetstone' * John Watt, who sold false pardons suffered a similar punishment as did John de Hakford in 1364 who after a years prison sentence was condemned to stand in the pillory each quarter with a whetstone round his neck, 'the sign of a false liar'* So perhaps the Sutton Hoo whetstone is not a religious object or a royal sceptre but the proud proof that the grave's occupant was rather better at lying than his fellows ! Who can say. *cited Malcolm Jones The Secret Middle Ages Celia Date: Wed, 06 Jan 2010 12:44:53 -0500 From: Johnna Holloway To: Cooks within the SCA , Creating period spits Subject: [Sca-cooks] Hares Roasting a Hunter, 16th century Came across this engraving and thought the list might like it. Virgil Solis, artist German, 1514 - 1562 Hares Roasting a Hunter, 16th century Engraving http://search3.famsf.org:8080/view.shtml?record=60692 It does illustrate a spit after all. Numerous other illustrations by this artist http://search.famsf.org:8080/search.shtml?keywords=solis Johnnae llyn Lewis To: Gleann Abhann Subject: An SCA Comedie! Posted by: "randlerodgers" randlerodgers@yahoo.com randlerodgers Date: Fri Apr 8, 2011 8:50 am ((PDT)) The King was visiting a children's class at Pennsic, where they were in the middle of a discussion related to words and their meanings. The teacher asked the King if he would like to lead the class in the discussion of the word, "tragedy," so, His Illustrious Majesty asked the class for an example of a tragedy. One little boy stood up and offered, "If my best friend, who lives next door, was playing in the street and a cart came along and ran over him, that would be a tragedy." "No," said His Majesty, "That would be an accident." A little girl stood up and said, "If a chartered bus carrying fifty people going to Lilies War drove off a cliff, killing everyone involved, that would be a tragedy." "I'm afraid not," explained the Royal, "That's what we would call a GREAT LOSS." The room went silent. No other children volunteered. The King searched the group. "Isn't there anyone who can give me an example of a tragedy?" Finally, way in the back of the room, a small Mongol boy raised his hand. In a quiet voice, he said, "If the Royal Thrones, with the Crown and the BoD, were suddenly blown to smithereens, that would be a tragedy." "Fantastic," exclaimed the King, "That's right. And can you tell us WHY that would be a tragedy?" "Well," said the boy, "Because it wouldn't be an accident and it certainly wouldn't be any great loss." Edited by Mark S. Harris humor-msg