I'd Write More, but the Forces of Evil are Jogging My Elbow

I have had a fucking spectacular month, let me tell you.

( Please. Please let me tell you. )

All this time with very little in the way of creative outlet has done wonders for my worldbuilding and random pondering, so you can expect to see a lot of rambling in this space over the course of the next few weeks.

It's good to be back.

Anything from Homosexuality to Habitual Nosepicking

ursulav posted this ramble about this very good article I don't think keeps has read yet. What is wrong with you? I read the post, read the article, made a very frivolous comment and figured that would be the end of it, but a couple of days later I got to thinking, something I've been told I should avoid. I was going to comment again on the same post, but I found myself running into the hundreds of words, and essentially hijacking her journal to argue with a third party who wasn't there and would never read my hundreds of words, a third party who in fact didn't even write the article and whose involvement in it consisted of one paragraph and a quick refutation, neither of which had much to do with the content of the post or with the rest of the article. Which struck me as a terribly annoying thing to do, so I'm going to hijack my own journal instead, with the promise that most of my sentences will be less tortured than the last one was, at least.

( This looks long even on my screen. )

I Happen to Think Entirely in One-Liners

Take that, lstone!

Awhina wants a small wooden shack in the middle of the forest, with no people around. But it's got to have broadband internet access.
Annwyd oooh.
Awhina says, "Not very sociable these days."
War says, "Yes you are, just not in socially acceptable ways."
Awhina says, "Must you always bring up that 'killing spree' thing?"
War says, "I'm just saying it counts as human interaction."
Chesty says, "And he's still got a scar in his thigh from it. I have to look at that thing every damn day."
Awhina says, "It was just a flesh wound!"
Awhina says, "And besides, I even cauterised it for him! He should be thanking me!"
Chesty says, "Yeah, if by 'flesh' you mean 'deep tissue'. If you'd been three inches to the left, I'd be out of a job!"
War says, "I believe I did thank you, Awhina. You've got scars of your own."
Awhina says, "I thought we agreed never again to talk about that.-"
Annwyd stares at you people. ;)
War says, "Didn't you have fun too? Why must we hide all this away and never speak of it? We had such good times together! Don't leave me here, Awhina!"
Awhina says, "Yeah, we go way back, Annwyd."
Chesty says, "Okay, this one I've got dibs on."