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[freckles_and_doubt]

Hey! When did it get to be May, all suddenly? Surely there are rules about that sort of thing?

I am, sudden unauthorised departure of April notwithstanding, pleased to report the following:

• Rain. Winter is apparently looming, in a way that makes me deeply happy. I had to dash to the library this morning in a light drizzle that wantonly became a downpour, as a result of which I look like a damp English sheepdog. (Although I hope I don't smell the same).
• Indecent triumph over the Powers of Darkness that reside on my computer. It is a relief to note that the random turning-itself-on trope wasn't, in fact, me sleepwalking or losing time to alien abduction of my hard-drive, but a mutant BIOS setting, which I have subsequently located and disabled all on my lonesome except for the power of Google. *flexes little, tiny geek muscle*. I'm also more or less caught up on all the missing programs and settings from the hard drive swop. Mutter.
• A couple of this batch of essays which have turned out to be astonishingly literate, which means I won't actually be forced to club to death both my classes in the interests of the human gene pool.
• Lost! It's cool! I like the way it's filmed, all fragmented, like. Although I'd be happier if the graphics card in this new hard drive didn't leave a regular grid of tiny, high-relief pimples all over the screen. That'll teach me to encourage evil bootlegs.
• Jo's game tonight, after many weeks of deprivation. I'm missing being monosyllabically obnoxious.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Still only one syllable...

[ex-wytchfyn.livejournal.com]

'Wossname' is two though, and she's almost certain to follow the 'tchah' with a backhanded 'wossnamewossnamewossname'.

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

*confounds exemporanea-baiters by maintaining a dignified silence*

Actually, it's incredibly good fun playing a nonverbal character; not only is she the mad loner type who doesn't hold with all this communication nonsense, but she's none too good at the language she's currently speaking. I am, however, developing l33t skillz in explaining to the DM at great, verbose length, with gestures and gin-soaked vocabulary, exactly how I'm constructing any given variety of intimidatory dirty look. My dignified silence, above, thus neatly demonstrates the somewhat meta process of playing silence in a highly linguistic fashion.

*punishes baiters by Xtreme Unsolicited RPG Dissection*