tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521847710874444875.post1275995606229758903..comments2024-01-04T11:29:50.296-08:00Comments on THE WULFSHEAD: Inquiring Mind wants to knowNausicaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10316597236758211957noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521847710874444875.post-64287682937807710332009-05-11T09:11:00.000-07:002009-05-11T09:11:00.000-07:00May I request the Spring medley? Spring Is Here, ...May I request the Spring medley? Spring Is Here, It Might As Well Be Spring, Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most...<br /><br />Spring arrived on time, <br />Only...what became of you, dear?jazzologhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16647170784964378640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521847710874444875.post-24580459869268701952009-05-11T05:22:00.000-07:002009-05-11T05:22:00.000-07:00Let me sit a bit closer to you as it seems fitting...Let me sit a bit closer to you as it seems fitting and proper at this establishment to communicate, in a subtle way, hushed conversation, almost as if there is entertainment and it is "US." I will be my own piano player...don't even need a bass or drums, and I wil weave my words, tenuously, almost as if I have snippets of excitement to share with you and the bartender. Quite simply, what I have to say is a collection of shadows, sparrows and spring; summer, winter, wonder and I'll even sing a song about inky dark Chicago nights, breezy bright sun swept beaches and perhaps, instantaneously I will grab your tie and tell you about the human soul and ask you questions which you might not know the answers to...but the bartender will know; for he/she knows of life, love, laughter and loss...those myriad moments woven into words and laid out upon my husky alto voice that only you can hear.<br /><br />Now, about desert, creme brulet please and use the fire extinguisher under the bar, I love the crust .BebopAuthorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10133140479800306939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521847710874444875.post-67513645712818894472009-01-27T03:02:00.000-08:002009-01-27T03:02:00.000-08:00I'm just glad the peanut bows are self-refilling.I'm just glad the peanut bows are self-refilling.Michael Bainshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13734972725056899460noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521847710874444875.post-78598655634610314512009-01-26T17:57:00.000-08:002009-01-26T17:57:00.000-08:00Yes, sir... Alas, pies still have not made it back...Yes, sir... Alas, pies still have not made it back on the menu, since you and I <A HREF="http://wulfshead.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-opinions-of-my-own.html#comments" REL="nofollow">last talked about this</A>, sir.Bartenderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01143902618618938146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521847710874444875.post-16204332446565997802009-01-26T09:48:00.000-08:002009-01-26T09:48:00.000-08:00Hmm... The dinner menu is all well and good, but d...Hmm... The dinner menu is all well and good, but do you serve dessert at this establishment?Dr. Zaiushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16153875976834518896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6521847710874444875.post-30550260304561209992009-01-26T06:19:00.000-08:002009-01-26T06:19:00.000-08:00Thank you, dear fellow, for your explanation. I'm...Thank you, dear fellow, for your explanation. I'm still getting acquainted here. Now that I'm perusing the dinner menu, I see a similar description on the first page. Well well, quite a history. The place does look...lived in. <BR/><BR/>I'm unaware, my good man, of its alleged fame. I did meet a traveler once out on the Nightside, so to speak---first name was Simon I believe---who recommended I look this place up should I feel the need. I did, and by god, here it was! He had muttered something about visiting the nation of Zaius, but I guess I didn't need to go there.<BR/><BR/>At any rate I think I'll try the prime rib. Medium rare please...and a refill, over at the table near that mysterious woman.jazzologhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16647170784964378640noreply@blogger.com