Frige! Frige velut porcus!

Os sub spumatione mihi pulchrum est.

I have a pretty mouth, underneath all the foaming.

( Nocturne wants to know... )

( Inquit Jetgirl... )

You may ask me questions if you like. My vanity and need to be understood overrule my pride with respect to copying yet another plebeian LJ thing (which I refuse to call a meme, by the way, because I detest the word.) So if you are interested in getting inside my head and have the time to autoclave yourself afterwards, fire away ( Read more... )

In the beginning you train for speed. The hand must learn to react quickly and with confidence. Quarte, sixte, tierce, septime, octave, it doesn't matter. Seeing or blindfolded, the hand must find the positions swiftly and surely. When the hand fails and finds itself in the wrong place at the wrong time, many attribute their mistakes to the ( Read more... )

I dislike dealing with ineffective, unhelpful people. I have decisions to make, and their lack of attention is contemptible.

I see some of you have already discovered the lovely tamyranev. She is a very old and dear friend of mine, and is very likely stranger than all of you. I have known her for about as long as I have known pucette and mswas. So don't mess ( Read more... )

One of the greatest things about being home alone in the middle of the day is the ability to crank up the Wagner, grab my rapier, and run around my house pretending to be Siegfried.

Hojoto! Heiaha!

People tell me I am catty when I cannot sleep. I submit to you, how is this any different from my usual personality ( Read more... )