338 or 353

305 or 342

Mid-Point Summer Picnic Event Speech

Hey everyone,

I’m not one for sappy speeches, and I’m definitely not here for sympathy. But I’ve got something to share, and I hope it hits you hard—in the best way. Two months ago, I had a stroke. A blood clot went from my heart to my brain. I’d spent a year pouring my soul into building this Summer Picnic Event before that happened. Then came heart surgery, and let me tell you, waking up to surgeons scrambling over an arterial bleed from a surgical mishap wasn’t exactly on my 2025 vision board.

But none of that matters. What matters is this: lying in that hospital bed, staring at the ceiling through endless nights, my biggest fear wasn’t about me. It was about this—our event, our community, our art. I was terrified I wouldn’t make it back in time to launch this Summer Picnic. Getting here felt like pushing a bulldozer up a mountain, but I’m here, and so are you.

Here’s what I need you to hear, straight from my heart: don’t stop creating. We’ve all been through changes—big, messy, soul-shaking changes. You know what they are; no need to rehash them. But don’t let them dim your fire. Keep making art. Keep doing what sets your soul alight. I haven’t posted stories in months—writing’s my thing, but the stroke hit my vision hard. I’m almost there, though, and I’ll be back at it soon.

In those long hospital nights, one thought kept me going: I have to tell them. I have to tell you—don’t quit. Don’t ever stop. Keep creating, keep sharing, keep shining. That’s what this event is about, and that’s what we’re all about. Let’s make this summer unforgettable.

295

Mid-Point Summer Picnic Event Speech

Hey everyone,

I’m not one for sappy speeches, and I’m definitely not here for sympathy. But I’ve got something to share, and I hope it hits you hard—in the best way. Two months ago, I had a stroke. A blood clot went from my heart to my brain. I’d spent a year pouring my soul into building this Summer Picnic Event before that happened. Then came heart surgery, and let me tell you, waking up to surgeons scrambling over an arterial bleed from a surgical mishap wasn’t exactly on my 2025 vision board.

But none of that matters. What matters is this: lying in that hospital bed, staring at the ceiling through endless nights, my biggest fear wasn’t about me. It was about this—our event, our community, our art. I was terrified I wouldn’t make it back in time to launch this Summer Picnic. Getting here felt like pushing a bulldozer up a mountain, but I’m here, and so are you.

Here’s what I need you to hear, straight from my heart: don’t stop creating. We’ve all been through changes—big, messy, soul-shaking changes. You know what they are; no need to rehash them. But don’t let them dim your fire. Keep making art. Keep doing what sets your soul alight. I haven’t posted stories in months—writing’s my thing, but the stroke hit my vision hard. I’m almost there, though, and I’ll be back at it soon.

In those long hospital nights, one thought kept me going: I have to tell them. I have to tell you—don’t quit. Don’t ever stop. Keep creating, keep sharing, keep shining. That’s what this event is about, and that’s what we’re all about. Let’s make this summer unforgettable.

Wolfenshire, take care of you, and we'll try to make fun for you. I'm sure there are more people to share their picnic stories or ideas. Some can be still on the road to be back from holidays.

337 or 364

296 or 316

289

339 or 334

328 or 365 [a piece for every day of a year..hehe]

I'm in a really generous mood this morning. I've been working on building the Halloween Contest module, which is always fun for me because I like creating the lead line and description, and then the promo images... plus there's a bit of a surprise this year, can't wait to see the reaction... so, anyway, since I'm feeling generous, here's a hint; a lot of you are guessing way too low. I know, I was surprised too when I sat down and counted it out. It's the blueberries that throw you off. I recounted several times because I couldn't believe it was that high. Okay, so, on an unrelated side note; after the stroke, the doctor told me to eat tons of mackerel because it's a super brain food for healing,  but Most of the mackerel I've found is gross, but I eat it anyway....but, the other day I found mackerel in jalapeño sause, and omgosh it's good.  

451

Trying to recount what I already ate, which are the blueberries of course ;)
404 or 420

I think we are all preparing Halloween a way or another. Can't tell we celebrate really in France, but hey! in 3D world we do that a lot!

462 or 432

467

405 or 422

418 or 438

485

408 or 423

429 and 443

with only 10 days left, i'm wondering what happens if no one lands the plane... free fruit for all? ;)

I think Wolf said we'd eat some until it matches someone's guess

i'll provide the napkins, as those were absent in the photo ;)

476

632 and 756 :-) yummy....

409 or 424

437 of course... 🤗

441 and 448

444

Weekend picnic time!

410 or 425

Happy end of weekend!

411 or 426

453 and 461

639 or 693

Tophski posted at 2:45 PM Mon, 11 August 2025 - #4498772

My gut says 372, but my gut is usually wrong!

750

Wolfenshire posted at 6:58 PM Sat, 16 August 2025 - #4498992

Mid-Point Summer Picnic Event Speech

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waking up to surgeons scrambling over an arterial bleed from a surgical mishap wasn’t exactly on my 2025 vision board

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And don't forget that a wise man once said something like "whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger".

Then again eating that runny, smelly cheese didn't kill me - but I wouldn't say it made me stronger. So maybe he wasn't so wise after all?

525

Runny, smelly, cheese? Are you talking about the tree fertilizer I spilled in the picnic basket? That was for the ceremonial tree planting; no wonder I couldn't find the fertilizer.

Well at least it ended up in the right place, after a bonus bit of organic bioconversion 

Anybody fancy a nice mug of kopi luwak ? 

414 or 428

Obviously the "cheese" you found wasn't a running camembert, that's sure. Else, you would have found only its box ;)

...

 here's a hint; a lot of you are guessing way too low

...

Asking another aunt of mine, Auntie Jasmine (not cheating as she's an AJ, not an AI) , she told me that if you study Wolfenshire's phrase closely two things stand out. Firstly it says 'a lot of you', not just 'some of you' and not 'most of you'. Secondly it doesn't just say 'too low', it says 'way too low'.  She then quickly crocheted a matrix showing all the guesses that had been made up to that point, held it up for me to examine and, with a swig of bourbon and a puff of her cigar, asked me in her sweet little voice, "Soooo... ?"

 803

711 ?

550 or 575

469

473 and 445

416 or 430

Let's try

608

And how about

667

712 and 760

489

523 and 493