really, I was minding my own business one day. sipping on a cold bowl of kash, admiring Nebby's verdant gardens. I even decided to zap my way to the top of the ziggurat (us Meso folks love them danged things!) to get a really good view of the fine male flesh bathing at the Kash Bowl baths. Hey! Even a female scribe sometimes finds a need to be diverted from scribal duties. (sheesh, hope I didn't miss welcoming that new Dayling on the comm panel!) I'm chillin' and getting rather tipsy.....when all of a sudden..... I'm blasted down into the mud pits of Ali Saba's Brick Depot (Best Prices in Town!). Ouch! What the Tiamat? For a moment I see sparkles flashing across my eyes. I hear Egyptian priests chanting, and some odd-looking Maya folks doing a weird dance. I spiral into who knows what and where. *sniffle* no longer do I reside on my dear ziggurat and that lovely male flesh fades into nothingness. I'm stuck on some monstrous Egyptian pyramid with that demmed hot air messin' with my hair and attempting to wrinkle up my face like a dried date. This will never do! I am Caily! A Mesopotamian! I scream! I shake my fist at the gods above, screeching curses that would make even the rankest Phoenician sailor cringe. (oh and those dudes sure do know how to curse!) Crikey! @#@#%#%Q#@$%! *stomps her feet and desperately searches for a freakin' SHIN to KICK* I hear this whispering in my ear from some Egyptian god that is some freaky morphed combo of human and creature. *shudders* don't we all know them Egyptian gods are some far-out-left beings? "Build me a pyramid, and they will come!" *swoons* for a moment the face of Kevin Costner flashed across my mind.....I was doing wildly wicked things with him! Build a pyramid? Do I look like I have the time or energy for that? Scribal stuff, group stuff, fun stuff, drinking stuff, flirting stuff (makes note to snag the Signor for a naughty assignation!). The voice is insistent....just like the demmed Egyptians! So, shaking my head and winging my dark hair like some V-O5 commercial......and taking a sip from my kash bowl (that I, of course, miraculously saved in the downfall of my dear Nebby's ziggurat), I stop for a few and ponder. Who do I know? Who can I scam into building this fool Egyptian god's demmed pyramid? He says something about the Mayans. I figure he's talkin' 'bout some new divine talk show with bizarre stories from other planes (kinda like that Lost show). *shrug* What is that to me? Trade? Heck no! We Meso's suck as traders....unless we already know ahead of time that we're gonna come out on the up and up (smirks at Apil). I figure "screw it"......since my kash is getting warm and that just tastes horrid (as any self-respecting Meso knows!). Time to bring in the "BIG GUNS" .... meaning a mean Herky (heckaba, she's been cranky for days being a dog. any distraction will be a tonic to her). "Look, dear demi-heart.....I'm in the pits! My poor Meso ziggurat got blasted. My kash is getting cold -- blasphemy! I'm stuck in some warped 'Gyptian place and.....well, I need a pyramid built STAT!" Herky growls for a second, then barks, then coughs. I figure she's trying to remember she ain't no dog, but a demi of powers mysterious and all-encompassing (twilight zone music plays). I kick her in the shins to snap her out of the doggie-mode. (man, that felt good! where's jojo when ya need a good shin to kick?) She starts to bark some magical incantation of a pyramid-building spell......but realizes she has to go piddle. Crikey! @#@#%#%Q#@$%! I tap my foot impatiently. There's just no time to waste. (knock, knock. who's there? father time. go the @@@@ away!) I smack Herky just a bit.....cos she does get so easily distracted, especially by that Falernian swill. "Wave yer wand, woman!" Finally, before my rather sarcastic rolling, semi-frantic eyes, I see the new pyramid sprout like a weed of weeds in the Egyptian desert. Before (notice the crude building materials):   After (Windex will have a field day with this place!): Man, them way-off 'Mericas folks are gonna just LOVE this! They get a spankin' brand new, state-of-the-art pyramid over in their make-you-sweat-to-death and fear-all-bugs rainforest . Or is it the 'Gyptians who do? Blame my confusion on the kash! Them danged folks better start bowing to Caily (oh yeah, and Herkanubis). ...and bringing me some serious alcoholic drinks.........(crikey! and not made via spit or that other yucky stuff! eek!). we're talking a mall, a Starbucks, gift cards, and free cotton candy! I sit back and find that my kash has been cooled mysteriously. I figure that little weirdo 'Gyptian god is happy....or is it the Americas god? I don't care! My kash is cold. The pointy building is there. Looks like folks are happy.......silly little mortals. *smirk* Now.......*sigh*......I know, I know! Tomorrow, I gotta go talk to the Nebby-dude and explain what happened to his zig. I may end up handin' over some camels his way. Fine! Take the smelly beasts! More power to ya, dude! Uh, I need a refill! *claps her hands* demmed slaves! where are they when ya need 'em?