Posts by hiddenmarlin14

We won't know who we're talking about 😵 someone might think we're planning some massive blowout for the queen's birthday this summer 😵

Where’s the poll? 🍿

Here’s one more for you, and it's a lot:



taxi 😍

Oh look at him, acting all cute:

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Grace Sanders24 said:☕

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Just more mindless chatter on a Friday morning. 😵 🤣

driftingmarlin44 said:It’s such a small world... I actually know someone from Chicago living over in Austria now. We aren't on speaking terms anymore... though maybe we are. Hard to tell when there's just silence. 😁

Does she play the piano? 🍿

Megan Gray4 said:you were born to be an ambassador of good vibes 🙂
but seriously, where on earth did you grow up that the snow hits you that hard?
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I haven't seen a single bee, let alone snow, in ages!

As for me, I'm supposedly "Made in NYC," but I actually live in some mountain shack in Colorado 🙂

Megan Gray4 said:Hey, hiddenmarlin14, The Queen actually nudged me to write this little educational story. I originally just had a joke that I called an epilogue, but it turned out to be the perfect fit for those nameless politicians you mentioned.🎉

Yeah, yeah, I clearly wasn't paying attention again. You’re basically writing in German while speaking Turkish.🤦

I write in Chinese, dream in Spanish, sing in Italian, and explain everything through mime.🤣

Megan Gray4 🙏🙏🙏 I’m obsessed with honey, but honestly, I’ve never seen anything explained as clearly and simply as this bee stuff before. 🙏 Yesterday, I actually spotted a bee out in the snow. 🕺 It was still alive, just so frozen that it couldn't even move. I tried to nudge it, but it wouldn't budge—it was just clinging to the snow for dear life. 🕺 Poor little thing. Who knows if it made it? It should be waking up for spring, but instead, we're getting these brutal snowstorms in the mountains every single day. 🕺

I’m a total disaster today 😳

Megan Gray4 said:So I didn't read carefully enough again?!
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Is "queen on her knees" a bit much? Honestly, though, I’m pretty sure it's easier to pick up a wildflower if you're already kneeling. 🤣
And Klempavi wasn't even born yet?
Plus, they're actually cutting departments at the academy right there in Vienna... what a tragedy.

You just want everything handed to you on a silver platter. I clearly stated he wasn't involved in politics back then; I never said he wasn't born yet 😵 goodness, talk about a language barrier 😵

I don't think he was even involved in politics back then🙂

EDIT: She didn't end up on her knees; she just leaned way forward🙂 like you're leaning over to pick up a daisy or something🥳

Do you really think I care? Or that I even remember? 🤣 It happened in Vienna, not here, and honestly, even if I gave you the names, I don't think you'd get it. 🤣

EDIT: By the way, I doubt you'd find a professor like that at the Juilliard School; she’s Austrian. 🙂

Megan Gray4 said:Rachel Palmer56, what kind of ridiculous challenge application is this!?
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Exactly!!!!
Do you guys remember which politicians were sitting front and center at those shows!?

My parents weren't at the concert; I was already grown up by then, and live music was just part of my everyday life🐔

Megan Gray4 said:Wow, what a plot twist! Three different reports 🎉
N/A, I'm curious how much truth is actually in your story 👍

My parents raised me to be honest, so in my eyes, that professor really was who she said she was, and the whole thing happened 🙂—or at least, that’s how I remember it 🙂 😍

EDIT: Chloe Cooper10, that professor was legendary 😉 and towards the end of my studies, we had a talk about a certain awkward situation; she went out of her way to help me out, even though she didn't have to and I hadn't earned it 🙂

The Queen and the Politicians

She’s retired now. There was a time when she was the absolute terror of the music department—the longtime head honcho. She was a short woman with messy, indeterminate gray hair and eyes that could cut through you like a razor. She had this sharp little nose perched between two puffy cheeks and a smile—yeah, a smile—but it was always cynical and dismissive. Her figure was round, and she seemed to exist exclusively in shades of gray, wearing nothing but t-shirts and elastic-waist trousers, regardless of the season. Just basic tees and comfortable, baggy pants, all in gray, draped over a frame that was perhaps easier to overlook than to actually face. Yet, despite everything, she had long, elegant, slender fingers.
That year, we were celebrating the 50th anniversary of a major department at the university. It also happened to be the year the folks in D.C. tied up some "austerity packages," hinting that our specific department was on the chopping block. There were student protests, chaos, the whole nine yards.
What sticks in my mind is the concert held for that aforementioned anniversary. We had a massive project underway, and I was singing in a choir assembled specifically for the celebration.

The hall was packed; there wasn't a single empty seat. The front row was reserved for certain politicians who, by some stroke of luck, decided it was vital to show up, pay their respects to the university, and pretend they actually give a damn about cultural and musical heritage.

The concert kicked off. After the first choral piece, we remained standing on stage while one of those high-ranking politicians climbed up to a small lectern with a microphone. He began his speech. Then, suddenly, a small procession entered from the other side of the stage, walking with slow, solemn steps, heads bowed, carrying wreaths and a casket. And that little professor was among them. There was a stir in the audience, though I can't recall how the speaker reacted. They placed the casket in the center of the stage with wreaths on either side; the casket was marked with the department's name, its founding year, and the current year. Once everything was set, people approached the casket one by one, pausing to bow their heads as if it were an actual funeral service. The politicians in the front row sat right behind them.
Finally, the professor approached the casket. She removed her small black hat and bowed so deeply her head nearly touched the floor.

The politicians were right behind her. As she bowed toward the casket, she simultaneously gave them a full view of her backside, which was, for once, clad in wide black trousers.

From that day on, she wasn't just someone to fear. She became someone I truly admired.

The Queen...

I don't want a funeral ☕