Apparently I am supposed to introduce myself. You can call me Jellyfish, Hellfridge or whatever you like. My father is a frog from Paris. His family is Alsatian, hence the German sounding name. My mother is Dutch colonial. For some obscure (but undoubtedly perverse) reason those two people decided to drop me right in the middle of the Dutch province. Instead of running away I started to educate people in my own peculiar wy, by writing sonnets, by doing some decent cooking, screwing some native gals, doing more decent cooking, translating literature and cooking some absinthe. Whatever. I'll be finished when hell freezes over. I became fully naturalized at the of 16. Dutch is my native tongue.

I am struggling to have an absinthe made at a Dutch distillery, preferably by myself. It is no sinecure. I worked with Barski for a while -- a talented distiller -- but finally we went our own ways. A pile of copper parts lies waiting for me in an Amsterdam workshop. A magician is attempting to turn it back into the 19th century alembic it once was. Someone already owns a licence to distil with this odd collection of bits and pieces. We'll see.

I was educated to be a neuroscientist. Das war einmal. Nowadays herbs and separation methods have my special interest. Nevertheless, despite having become a convinced alcoholic I probably still can do a great job in brain surgery on small animals. If you'd like your cat or dog equipped with a pair of fancy stainless steel cannulae into the basal ganglia, that wouldn't be a problem.

Thanks.

We have some stuff in common. I, too, know my way around a stereotax, but it's a skill I no longer use. I don't make booze, but the guy who trained me to do small-animal surgery is an avid brewer. It seems that neuroscience and the love of booze go hand-in-hand, the world over.

Welcome.

This place will unnaturalize you in no time.

7 days?

Welcome Helfrich.

Welcome.

Grate two sea ewe hear.

Nice call-back, Hissy.

Ha!
I just noticed the thread's subtitle,
which renders the narrative more enjoyable.
I regret having missed it before,
but I suppose it was all for the best.

And what a fine job you did. CeeGee is probably onacuz there's one more geek here from now on, but welcome and .

Did I tell you you look gorgeous today, Sixela? Well, you do.

In that guise people just call me Six.

Six of one; half-dozen of another.

Actually, there are twelve models.

I'm one of the Significant Seven, but I don't know who the Final Five are, though I suspect the Three Stooges are part of them.

welcome, elfdick.

there were many big words in your intro, but i managed to get through it by skimming.

you sound like an interesting chap.

and six, as long as he's not a pedantic and boring geek, he's aiight by me.

G'day mate, a very warm welcome to you too. Let us pour some absinthe on the barby! We'll have a nice Dutch bonfire to celebrate.

Hi Guy!

Is there something special about a Dutch bonfire?

Depends on what day it is.

Actually, pedantry is the major capital sin here in The Netherlands. That is why it feels so good -- because pedantic behaviour is a voluptuous act of pleasure by transgression. It is all different in the Southern Netherlands. I am extremely modest and quiet compared to the lovely Six.

On the other hand, boringness is a capital virtue in this country.

Who the fuck is Hellbitch?

Someone who just introduced himself, and which I also introduced somewhere else. I know uttering that phrase is your moment of glory, but you're also not -ing.

Which, of course, is so just you. Don't ever change ;).

Oh I saw the introduction, I just didn't give 5 xits and a rammer...

Ha!

Though I must say I still suspect you're a closet long post reader.

I don't even read most of the short posts no more.

That's what you say, and we'd all be foolish to take your word for it.

Abother closet for Jack to cum out of.

It's only a bother if you're Jack.

Everyone is jack.

That's what Prole Puller usually thinks...

No, the Prole doesn't think many people know Jack.

That's what fartsmear thinks...