Quiz o' th' Day

I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile. Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away I let mine out, and chatter all the while. I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day Is any day that's spent without a friend, With nothing much to do or hear or say. I like to be with people, and depend On company for being entertained; Which seems a good solution, in the end. What Poetry Form Are You?

Comments are a-comin' in

Looks like I'm not the only one who's getting comments from old stuff. But elynne has a mental image for the process that's just too good to not share...

To do:

For great justice, make that poll. You know. About the thing.

("Endocrinology was not something one could say after a bottle and a half of wine.")

Ow.

I am owwed by some of the web design principles as relate to me. I like my fanfic online, and I like it scrollable. I am a computer user.

*twitch*

I hate excessive clicking. If there are more than ten pages, even more than 5, I don't want to click through that.

Separate paragraphs with a blank line. Please. All- caps are evil. That Woman writes her e-mails in all caps. 'Blink' is not cute.

.pdf is for printing. Html is for reading. I like to read. I don't want to be forced to print, for I have no printer [and I must scream]...

Take
These broken links
And learn to surf again,
Learn to live so free,
And when we hear
The modem sing
The 403 will open up
And let us in.

Need to read Baudelaire. He translated Poe. I had not known that. Chunking may lead to loss of valuable information for those young readers too lazy-assed to read an actual book. That was one of the things lost in chunking.

12 days of Christmas

Read the letters.

Bookmark

...so I can not worry about making all my browser windows go away, since the bloody thing is acting buggy and freezing...
http://www.schnoogle.com/restrictedsection/fic.php?fic=sch:/authors/al/S09.html

Very odd story, that one.

Fic quotes:

“Is it painful?”

“Hermione!”

“I just wanted to know … Ron was never very creative …”

“Not if you prepare adequately,” said Harry.

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

Harry lowered his voice, and whispered, “Lubrication,” at her.

“Ah,” she said. “You mean like … WD40?”


--Snitch

Administrative:

Welcoming Josh-in-Anchorage (needed to make it a matched set to go with the Dave) and elance to the Friends List O' Doom.


(No. No cheese. Not cheese today.)

Ghaaa.

Phone rings, it's for me... unknown name, unknown number... but when I pick it up on the third ring and run out of the noisefest in the living room (votania is in the middle of a cleaning frenzy), whoever it is is in the process of hanging up.

Hope they'll call back, if it was someone I wanted to talk to, rather than a telemarketer.

Dream:

Involved a train from Anchorage, the broken-down bridge we drove over to get there (the highway surface was bad), mail-order sandwiches from Subway, someone who was either Wired, Iroshi, Amber, or Elance almost getting run over by a truck in the parking lot, Bambi from school smoking in the house, bells, sledding with either Darkside or Shawn (probably Shawn because of the irresponsibility)...

...many things.

In the 'no shit' category...

People Don't Like Evangelical Christian Fundamentalists.

Withdrawl

I've noticed over the past week or so that I haven't been actively seeking out contact with people so much.

It feels all right, just... asocial.

I think I'm saving up energy for something. Or I'm putting my energy elsewhere, which may as well be.