I am in love with the Discworld MUD for many reasons, but I think this sums it up:

"The delightful aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifts by. Something must be very wrong."

This line just struck me: "free verse (the last refuge of the untalented, unable even to produce rhymed doggerel)"

Who uses "doggerel" in everyday conversation? Especially when mocking a thesaurus whore?

My mind, she is blown (and not in the good way).

The Discworld cake.

Gods, I'm so disillusioned I can't even snark at the stupid tonight.

What's wrong with me?

ETA: I want to go see LINDA in concert.
(Don't know what I'm talking about? Don't ask, it's a Doctor Who spoiler. Unless you don't care. Then Wiki it.)

I feel loved now. Not by LJ, they're trying to screw us all with rusty pliers, but what else is new?

Monsieur Skillet, this is Madame Cauldron. She wishes to advise you that your albedo is dangerously low.

(Gods, I love hypocrites. They're so much fun to laugh at.)

Right then, we've got ninja squirrels. It's the only possible explanation for the fact that for the last week and a half there has been a huge number of nuts and acorns falling on the roof here, and yet there isn't a single one to be found on the ground.

The squirrels are clearly ninjaing in, stealing all the nuts, and hanging them up again.

I think that The Wicked Mod's behavior (especially regarding my dear friend Pol) should be reported to bad_rpers_suck, for surely EHell's forum is in fact a big RP. People go there and pretend they're people with manners.

It's like beating my head against a frelling wall over there.

Fuck this. I'm done with them. Miss Jeanne, henceforth the Wicked Mod of the West, can screw herself quite nicely with her hypocrisy and tantrums and drive away everyone who helped her become a success quite well on her own. She doesn't need me to stick around and she doesn't want help in avoiding it, so I'm out.

I give the forum 'till Christmas, and fully expect it to be a laughingstock soon, when more people realize what it's turned into.

I used to have a lot of respect for Miss Jeanne. She used to be, in a word, fun. But now EHell is getting rid of the favorite folder of a great many people, and replacing it with "Oh hey, let's gossip about those terrible celebrities!" They're turning into a bunch of mean of biddies over there.

What the hell happened to make them take themselves so fucking seriously?

I watched the last episode of the 2006 series last night. It made me cry so much.

Gods damn the Doctor for delaying until it was too late to tell her!

(And no, I'm not going into more detail so things won't get spoilery.)

A friend asked me to write some writing prompts for him, so I thought I'd share. Please let me know what you think of them?

( Writing prompts for your enjoyment. )

You Are An Elm Tree

You are easygoing and a pleasure to be around. Good looking, you have a pleasant shape and tasteful clothes. You demand little in others, but you tend not to forgive their mistakes. Dominant, you like to lead and enjoy making decisions for others. Overall, you are cheerful, honest, noble, generous, and funny.

Shiny.

Maybe I'll post some icons soon. Goddess knows I've made enough.

I think I need to take a break from the EHell forum before I smack a bitch.

Where's a Jaeger when a girl needs one?

Head, meet desk. She's repeating herself.

Asking "the mod in question" clearly is not useful or helpful.

On another site, I'm a member of a forum that deals with toxic families and how to cope. Recently a woman in a very abusive marriage posted asking for advice. She's horribly naive and either can't or won't see that her husband is steadily escalating his violence (and will, eventually, kill her and possibly her children).

She's very resistant in large part because her church has pressured her to return to him (she left once for a few weeks). She also posted saying that she'd thought she'd heard God speaking to her, but now doubts it. She thought He had supported her returning to her husband, but now thinks His message is to leave. I wrote this to try and get her to see the truth.

I don't think you should doubt that you're hearing God's voice. I think you're a little confused about what He's saying though. I don't think He's telling you what to do to get his support: He's saying that He'll be with you no matter what you decide.

Unfortunately, I don't think your church is interested in supporting you in having a relationship with a loving deity. (I switch to the word "deity" here for two reasons: I'm not Christian, and I think that anyone can have this relationship regardless of what deity/deities they worship.)

Let me share with you what I know about loving deities:

Loving deities do not require or encourage you to live in or with pain.
Loving deities will support you no matter your decision.
Loving deities won't punish you for admitting a mistake and making efforts to fix it.
Loving deities want you to be happy and healthy.

Do any of those things make you think a loving deity would ask you to go back to your husband?

Does your church's actions support a loving deity?

I don't know how effective it will be, but I think it's a good and important point that I'll doubtless need to raise with someone else along the way.

Hopefully I'll be able to add more to it later. I know there's more to be said.

1. Have you ever ridden a camel? Yes, when I was a kid, at a zoo. It was bouncy.

2. When you are outside, what does the horizon look like? An adventure.

3. Who is the last person to leave you a message? My mom. ^.^

4. How many hours did you sleep last night? I think six.

5. Chocolate: take it or leave it? Take it and eat it! Yum!

1. What's the weather like? It's raining today. Yesterday was very nice though.

2. When is the last time you felt appreciated? This morning, when my fiance told me he loves me.

3. What is the last bad news you heard? Personal, or general 'I watched the news' stuff? The last personal bad news was a few weeks ago when my grandma had to go to the hospital.

4. What is your favorite sad song? "Sad Songs and Waltzes"

5. Tell us about something you're obsessed with: I can't say I'm really obsessed with anything.