After a rather undignified end to her broomstick journey, a tall, imposing witch emerges from the thickets and glares at anyone who might have noticed her landing

"I know you're here somewhere, Gytha Ogg. I can smell you. You come here this instant."

Typist: Granny Weatherwax, Terry Pratchett's Discworld.

Nanny makes her way through the room and finds a convenient chair to sit in. Her cat Greebo stalks in behind her, sits next to the couch as if that has been his intention all along, and immediately lifts up his leg to start cleaning himself ( Read more... )

*blinks* Well. As you all have done a fine job of singing to my cat, my typist and I have but one question in return.

It's May 25th. Do you know where your towel is?

As for me, I can't say I have a towel. Should I? *goes back to petting Lord*

Typist: Well, sass that, all you hoopy froods!

...To get rid of the ever-loving angst that has swept up my characters, I pose you literary fiends a question. If there were a battle between pirates and ninjas, who would win? Pirates? Or Ninjas?

..I myself am going for pirates.

My name is Ponder Stibbons. I'm the head of Inadvisably Applied Magic at Unseen University. With the help some of the students, I've created a huge computer named HEX, which my typist says isn't anything like the computer she uses (but I imagine HEX evolves more rapidly than hers could ever). I'm very interested in all fields of science which ( Read more... )

( My typist has drawn my portrait. )

Um...hi everyone. I'm Mark Cohen. I'm 24, and I live in New York City, in a loft with my roommate Roger. And, as my typist informs me, I am from a musical called "RENT".

In all caps.

So...I'm here, I guess, to just hang out. But mostly because I'm desperate to have a relationship to make me forget about my ex-girlfriend who left me for a woman ( Read more... )

Cor, but isn't this interwebby thing amazing ( Read more... )