Ahoy, me hearties.

A most wondrous International Talk Like a Pirate Day to all me skeinsmates.

In due observance of a day of such grand import, I refer ye all to this tale of why the lass ne'er did take a husband.

The Captain's Wife's Lament

Fair winds, and arrrrrrrrrrgh.

I still have some hope for the world. Why? Well...

I actually got a little bit choked up listening to this:

Yep. Craig Ferguson. Late late show is starting... I am inspired by his passion and fervor, and I wish everyone felt this way. Maybe if we thought like this man, we would be in better shape. Maybe if we still believed in duty. I don ( Read more... )

She horrifies me. If the Republicans win, I am defecting. Maybe I will try Reykjavik; they are the greenest city in the world...

Any way, a friend sent me this, and I am participating. I figure it can't hurt. Rather than e-mail it, I am posting it here, behind the cut.

( Jump )

Oh my god.

( Seriously. )

I am here.

I am alive.

I am fucking exhausted.

But, for the most part, I am well.

I'll be free-er in about twelve days, and will be more present. Not daily, but much more reliably.

Hope you all are well. Miss you!

In about 10 hours, I am officially offline for the summer. In terms of my accessibility, this means that I will onlybe checking in here sporadically (once, or occasionally twice a week). I'll post a little, a hello here, an update there, and perhaps a story or twelve if they cooperate and come on out ( Read more... )

A birthday concoction for slwatson.

Happy birthday to one of my all time-favorite playfriends, Steff!

Nope. Not ashamed of playing favorites openly.

( Gifty Stuff )

Hello livejourneyers ( Read more... )

Behind the cut: a pair of letters.

Which cut? ( Why, this cut. )

Can't sleep. Words bouncing around in my head, like those twenty-five cent rubber balls you can purchase from the vending machine at the grocery store.

( Cure for Insomnia? )