F*ck Crystal Method!

The Politics of Dancing

Actually, now that the header's got your attention: this has nothing to do with Ken Jordan or Scott Kirkland ;^P

What's it got to do with? Who the hell knows? Sitting here trembling from three cups of coffee, Scott Stapp howling in my ears, and wondering what the hell is wrong with me.

Somebody I know phrased it thus: knock over the hornet's nest. Then RUN.

Nah, actually, I'm not trying to get under anybody's skin. I'm simply making a point, here: I do not like having my threads commandeered. See? See how annoying it is? Seriously. It really is irritating to be trying to have a good time, and then have it turn, inevitably and inexorably, into a shouting match. Although yes, it could have been done entirely without me, but hell, someone had to make the point. So I did. *Shrugs* it's nothing personal. Really. I figured you knew that. But oh well.

See you 'round, Personages: duty (and dinner) calls.

Look out y'all--I'm in a cutesy, colorful, rainbow-drenched sort of mood! Bwa-hahahahahaha! You cannot escape!

Workin' In a Coal Mine

Elrond, "King" of the Drow (?!)

Hmm. My LotR character is Elrond, and my habitat is Moria *points*. Does anybody besides me find that a little...unique?

Oh, and uh, here's the image at it's full size. It's actually quite pretty IMO :^)


On other fronts: once again, Slayer, all your fretting comes to nothing. Jeez, girl! *Gesturing defensively* I can't help it, I tell you! I'm a Capricorn! It's my dedicated astrological duty to worry!

No, it's true, star charts or no. I AM a natural worry-wort. :^P I'd imagine it drives all you beautiful, wonderful, long-suffering people absolutely nuts at times. So thank you for sticking with me ^_^ *Huggeth*

Somebody doesn't like my journal headers ;^P

It's called teasing, dear. It does happen now and then. It's just I couldn't resist it. Like a moth to flames..."Oooh SEE the pretty shiny light, must fly to the light..." >;^) Anyway my intentions are completely good :^D To know me...is to be teased. You should be flattered; it means I feel reasonably safe around you ;^P

You people are swell. I luv you all :^D

*Blinks* Check those numbers--people actually READ this thing?

*Sudden ego trip* Of course they do! I am the almighty Elrond of Moria! I am glorious and terrible, and all shall love me! BOW TO ME!

---&^%@$! F*cking Ring!

*Pulls it off and sets it heavily on the table.*

I, too, have passed the test ;^D

You've Matured A Lot Since I Met You

And Other Things That Make Me Laugh

Well I have no idea what that's supposed to mean. I guess it's a compliment, the operative word there being "guess"...

Slept like Hell >_<
I'm being avoided again--and this time I deserve it. Oyy >_<

About, umm, stuff:

It would have been a mirror, only mirrors did not possess endless doorways into nothing where the glass should be.

Jhera (stunned) : "By the Eye!--Hath never seen its like..."

Evan: "It's--a comm unit, for long distances."

Jhera: "Beg pardon. 'Tis not like any telesonic I know of."

Evan: "Actually, it's exactly like a telesonic, only galaxy-wide...This one crosses maybe ten, twenty different Realms with no loss of signal whatsoever."

Jhera: "We had none such, in Midgard."

Evan (he's never heard of the place) : "Mid--?"

Jhera: "T'was my...home." (Rushing to get the words out) "In the year of the Wolf, our warriors met a new and strange sort of battle, but they were ill-suited to it. They fought bravely, and failed, for nine years thereafter..."

Evan (incredulous) : "And no one did anything about it? Surely the Council, at least--oversaw the proceedings! There are laws as to how the Tournament is to be conducted!"

Jhera (shaking her head) : "There was no way to call for help, and no one to answer."

*As a hip-hop dude* Aww YEAH! BUYA!

Take that, old age =^P

By the by: I just found out that if I were a "Lord of the Rings" movie-character I'd be King Elrond. Agent Smith? Ex-cell-ent! *Air-guitar* I can't find the link, so you don't get to see, sorry :^( Oh well.

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