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Oct 18th, 2004, 06:28 PM
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To answer questions regarding ATM usage in Molvania: you must feed the machine money in order to get it to spit your card back.
Apparently, the training video was a bootleg and was copied in reverse.
Apparently, the training video was a bootleg and was copied in reverse.
Oct 18th, 2004, 07:39 PM
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Zikavska, Platz.
Re: the ATM returning one's card in exchange for money. How much money does one feed? And does one use the ayo or will crisp American dollar bills work? Personally, I prefer using the ayo since it will not be a great loss should the bills get shredded during insertion.
I'm thinking, too, that substituting chocolate, cigarettes and nylons in this case is not a good idea.
Let's discuss.
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Oct 18th, 2004, 08:33 PM
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LoveItaly, our Mz Scarlett never makes Freudian slips.
Platzman ... is that a Molvanian name? Because I knew a Platzman years ago in Lutenblag but he spelled it "Plaatschzmanneau." Any relation?
Neil Oz, are you laughing at the proud Molvanian heritage? Beware! There is an ancient Molvanian curse...
Platzman ... is that a Molvanian name? Because I knew a Platzman years ago in Lutenblag but he spelled it "Plaatschzmanneau." Any relation?
Neil Oz, are you laughing at the proud Molvanian heritage? Beware! There is an ancient Molvanian curse...
Oct 18th, 2004, 08:39 PM
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Marilyn, I heard once from my nonna that the old Molvanian curse is this: "that in 2005 may all USA airlines only let frequent flyer miles be used to fly to Molvania".
Good grief, that is not the curse you are famaliar with I trust?
If so, we are all doomed!!!
Good grief, that is not the curse you are famaliar with I trust?
If so, we are all doomed!!!
Oct 18th, 2004, 09:03 PM
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bob -
forget not to be including complete and full directions to recreate true Molvanian experience in Scranton, lest should visitors formulate impressions that are incorrect. To wit, while Molvanina cuisine has borne the indignity of culinary bastardization it remains within the realm of possibility to savor a close approximation through the combination of boiled and deep fried pirohy in the same bowl with liberal dousing of Gibbons (on tap, or Genny Cream Ale as a substitue) and garnished with a dollop of smyetana, accompanied by pickled eggs. Not the original <<gohvnolskij koktel>> but very close.
forget not to be including complete and full directions to recreate true Molvanian experience in Scranton, lest should visitors formulate impressions that are incorrect. To wit, while Molvanina cuisine has borne the indignity of culinary bastardization it remains within the realm of possibility to savor a close approximation through the combination of boiled and deep fried pirohy in the same bowl with liberal dousing of Gibbons (on tap, or Genny Cream Ale as a substitue) and garnished with a dollop of smyetana, accompanied by pickled eggs. Not the original <<gohvnolskij koktel>> but very close.
Oct 18th, 2004, 09:11 PM
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Oh Seamus, my maternal grandfather's great aunt always made "gohvnolskij koktel" on his name day, and everyone said it was the best they ever tasted. She said the secret was in the way you handled the patties before you cooked them, but she would never tell me exactly what she meant.
Oct 18th, 2004, 10:31 PM
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Marilyn, the Molvanian curse about ones donkey's teeth falling out; would not this actually be a blessing? Perhaps you did not read my previous post explaining to all the ignorant travelers here that think the election results will be announced immediately in Molvania that actually the election results will be announced when the carrier pigeons arrive with the results. Than of course, you know how dumb the average "Ugly American" tourist is (you should as we hear about it all the time don't we?). I had to explain, that no, no, the pigeons don't FLY in, they are CARRIED in, in the mouths of the donkey's.
Than I think the discussion here on this thread was does everyone just sit and guzzel (or is it guzzle) that drink, whatever it is, carrot ale or something, until the election results have arrived.
I not sure, but believe the consensus was that yes everyone just keeps drinking that yucky drink (with all due apologies to the Molvania's) until the election results are known.
Now Marilyn especially, but also the rest of you - don't let you eyes glaze over because I really want you to pay attention here; would it not, pray tell, be easier on the poor dear little carrier pigeons to be carried in the mouths of toothless donkeys than donkeys with teeth? Noooow, really really think about this. At least those of you that are still able to think. The rest of you, go snooze, pour yourself another drink or whatever turns you on.
But those of you that still have your wits, your brains, although I am not sure how many qualify after trying to find the lowest fare, use their frequent flyer miles, get a real cheap 5 star hotel where they do not have to turn in their room key everytime they leave the hotel, do not have to ring the doorbell to get back into their hotel at 3:00am when they are probably so inebriated that they are probably not even at their own hotel, that are freaking out over how undressed they will have to get at the security line at the airport, how much groping they will have to endure before being released to walk to gate, wondering if they will actually get on their plane because an "airline ticket is just an airline ticket" and does not guarantee an actual seat on the plane and will they remember their bottled water because recent scientific reports have shown airline water is full of worse yuck than even Movania has, and what will they do for carryon food because the airline is not supplying any food unless the flight is more than 36 hours long except for peanuts of course, and than remember "oh good grief, I am allergic to peanuts, even the air around peanuts 50 feet away from peanuts " and knowing that everyone at the gate has a screaming baby, a whining toddler, and wife hitting her husband over the head with a newspaper (which looks like it has a lead pipe inside) and three drunk businesspeople that no doubt have first class tickets and all this probably before the announcement is made the flight will be leaving in 8 to 10 hours, maybe, and will they remember their passport, in fact has the passport expired, do they have time to put their translation for the French restaurant's, the hotel name where reservations were made and all the bus/subways routes and timetables and addresses/phone numbers in their palm pilots and are their ATM cards pinned with a 4 number code and so forth.
Now where was I? Scusi, I am already worn out. Give me a moment.
Ah yes, we were talking about the old Molvanian curse, about the donkey becoming as toothless as your grandfather Marilyn.
Well, I again can only repeat, for the sake of the carrier pigeons I pray the donkeys are toothless. Don't you?
I mean, the poor little carrier pigeons.
Now, about that someone or other , some wonderful relative of your grandfather's, that cooked those patties.
Please, I think for all of us here I beg you Marilyn, do not research this. Do not send messages to your 5th cousin once removed (we won't talk about removed from what, alright)
I do NOT want the receipe. NO details please, please, please! And at the Molvanian GTG, NO PATTIES, OK?
You may feel free to bring them to the Yountville GTG if you so desire however, bet Kal will just love them.
So point was ??????
Oh yes, toothless donkey, a blessing not a curse! But isn't that just like a Molvanian to even get that all mixed up.
Than I think the discussion here on this thread was does everyone just sit and guzzel (or is it guzzle) that drink, whatever it is, carrot ale or something, until the election results have arrived.
I not sure, but believe the consensus was that yes everyone just keeps drinking that yucky drink (with all due apologies to the Molvania's) until the election results are known.
Now Marilyn especially, but also the rest of you - don't let you eyes glaze over because I really want you to pay attention here; would it not, pray tell, be easier on the poor dear little carrier pigeons to be carried in the mouths of toothless donkeys than donkeys with teeth? Noooow, really really think about this. At least those of you that are still able to think. The rest of you, go snooze, pour yourself another drink or whatever turns you on.
But those of you that still have your wits, your brains, although I am not sure how many qualify after trying to find the lowest fare, use their frequent flyer miles, get a real cheap 5 star hotel where they do not have to turn in their room key everytime they leave the hotel, do not have to ring the doorbell to get back into their hotel at 3:00am when they are probably so inebriated that they are probably not even at their own hotel, that are freaking out over how undressed they will have to get at the security line at the airport, how much groping they will have to endure before being released to walk to gate, wondering if they will actually get on their plane because an "airline ticket is just an airline ticket" and does not guarantee an actual seat on the plane and will they remember their bottled water because recent scientific reports have shown airline water is full of worse yuck than even Movania has, and what will they do for carryon food because the airline is not supplying any food unless the flight is more than 36 hours long except for peanuts of course, and than remember "oh good grief, I am allergic to peanuts, even the air around peanuts 50 feet away from peanuts " and knowing that everyone at the gate has a screaming baby, a whining toddler, and wife hitting her husband over the head with a newspaper (which looks like it has a lead pipe inside) and three drunk businesspeople that no doubt have first class tickets and all this probably before the announcement is made the flight will be leaving in 8 to 10 hours, maybe, and will they remember their passport, in fact has the passport expired, do they have time to put their translation for the French restaurant's, the hotel name where reservations were made and all the bus/subways routes and timetables and addresses/phone numbers in their palm pilots and are their ATM cards pinned with a 4 number code and so forth.
Now where was I? Scusi, I am already worn out. Give me a moment.
Ah yes, we were talking about the old Molvanian curse, about the donkey becoming as toothless as your grandfather Marilyn.
Well, I again can only repeat, for the sake of the carrier pigeons I pray the donkeys are toothless. Don't you?
I mean, the poor little carrier pigeons.
Now, about that someone or other , some wonderful relative of your grandfather's, that cooked those patties.
Please, I think for all of us here I beg you Marilyn, do not research this. Do not send messages to your 5th cousin once removed (we won't talk about removed from what, alright)
I do NOT want the receipe. NO details please, please, please! And at the Molvanian GTG, NO PATTIES, OK?
You may feel free to bring them to the Yountville GTG if you so desire however, bet Kal will just love them.
So point was ??????
Oh yes, toothless donkey, a blessing not a curse! But isn't that just like a Molvanian to even get that all mixed up.
Oct 19th, 2004, 12:23 AM
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LoveItaly, mi dispiace, in spades. Australia's Molvanian community is few in numbers, and in small, peaceful Canberra almost non-existent. I would have left out the "almost" but ... why was that donkey cart parked in safely bourgeois Glossop Crescent last night? I'd like to think they were here for my intrusive neighbours, the Colonel and the Hausfrau (please, God...) but now, I'm nervous.
Oct 19th, 2004, 04:31 AM
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Hi Beatchick.
I don't know if you heard, and one of the other Fodorites corrected me on the original Molvania thread before it was frozen. But the ayo is the "theoretical" currency as Molvania is still awaiting acceptance by the European Union. I'm afraid, the true currency is still the "strubel".
And yes, you may shred them in the ATMs. In fact, the practice is encouraged but illegal, in Lutenblag.
I don't know if you heard, and one of the other Fodorites corrected me on the original Molvania thread before it was frozen. But the ayo is the "theoretical" currency as Molvania is still awaiting acceptance by the European Union. I'm afraid, the true currency is still the "strubel".
And yes, you may shred them in the ATMs. In fact, the practice is encouraged but illegal, in Lutenblag.
Oct 19th, 2004, 05:45 AM
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LoveItaly, no honey, my slip is not showing 
In regards to the "curse"...May your donkey's teeth fall out like your grandfather's."... I was under the impression that it was a Blessing when one says," May your teeth always look like your Donkeys"..
NeilOz, some days when my patience is running low, I think the same thing! How about that~
In regards to the "curse"...May your donkey's teeth fall out like your grandfather's."... I was under the impression that it was a Blessing when one says," May your teeth always look like your Donkeys"..
NeilOz, some days when my patience is running low, I think the same thing! How about that~
Oct 19th, 2004, 06:14 AM
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...that are freaking out over how undressed they will have to get at the security line at the airport, how much groping they will have to endure before being released to walk to gate, wondering if they will actually get on their plane because an "airline ticket is just an airline ticket" and does not guarantee an actual seat on the plane and will they remember their bottled water because recent scientific reports have shown airline water is full of worse yuck than even Movania [sic] has...
Well I think I got from that that someone might be planning to get on a plane at UBG (Lutenblag International).
But as I reported on flyertalk, UBG is only accepting incoming flights for the near term (2040 last I heard, but not sure if that's the western or Molvanîan calendar). The arresting net still works, but the steam catapult is down for repairs indefinitely; the factory in Murmansk that made the spares is now a television studio where the Russians do those nude farm reports - you know the ones.
Anyway, no takeoffs by anything except hot air balloons and Harrier jets, so check your tickets and if the aircraft code is HAB or HAJ you're okay, otherwise think taxi or donkey to the border.
The good news, though, is that there's plenty of accommodation at UBG; Aer Lingus has been sending their old 747-200s there from Dublin; once they untangle them from the net they're being towed and put into service as VIP hotels over by the donkey/taxi stand. Try for the business class seats - better recline. I think they're running out of Guinness though.
Well I think I got from that that someone might be planning to get on a plane at UBG (Lutenblag International).
But as I reported on flyertalk, UBG is only accepting incoming flights for the near term (2040 last I heard, but not sure if that's the western or Molvanîan calendar). The arresting net still works, but the steam catapult is down for repairs indefinitely; the factory in Murmansk that made the spares is now a television studio where the Russians do those nude farm reports - you know the ones.
Anyway, no takeoffs by anything except hot air balloons and Harrier jets, so check your tickets and if the aircraft code is HAB or HAJ you're okay, otherwise think taxi or donkey to the border.
The good news, though, is that there's plenty of accommodation at UBG; Aer Lingus has been sending their old 747-200s there from Dublin; once they untangle them from the net they're being towed and put into service as VIP hotels over by the donkey/taxi stand. Try for the business class seats - better recline. I think they're running out of Guinness though.
Oct 19th, 2004, 06:26 AM
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Well, it was going to happen eventually.
Our little discussion now involves presidential politics.
One of the candidates appeared in Scranton, PA last night and told the cheering crowd,
"Ich bin ein Lutenblager".
Tears were reported to be streaming down their faces.
Details with Lou Dobbs tonight.
Our little discussion now involves presidential politics.
One of the candidates appeared in Scranton, PA last night and told the cheering crowd,
"Ich bin ein Lutenblager".
Tears were reported to be streaming down their faces.
Details with Lou Dobbs tonight.
Oct 19th, 2004, 06:44 AM
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In Lutenblag is the only place I know where it's polite to say good mourning to the ATM. Ok, not realy to the machine, but to the bank employee who seats in the rear, watching to the buttons pushed by clients, and giving the money. It's good policy to say the PIN and the amount loudly, because otherwise mistakes are very often to occur. It happened to me to insert the PIN and listening to a voice saying: "Was that a 3 or was that a 4?"
