My dear, I hope you are well ( Read more... )

Written at kensieg's not-quite request, and inspired by the genius that is this. I probably used the word "iguana" a few more times than strictly necessary, but oh well ( Read more... )

For flingslass, a time stamp for Elbow On the Floor, the fic that had me looking up the rules for Twister.

*“A frozen yogurt machine, huh?” Lorne swings his legs a little, knocking his left heel against the table leg a couple of times before scooting a bit further right. He’d sit somewhere else, but all the stools and chairs are supporting precarious piles ( Read more... )

Few people realize this, but mushrooms can move. They look like they're rooted in the ground, but in fact they simply have very stubby feet which they dig into the soil during daylight. At night time they creep along, like a penguin with more than two legs, tasting their way across the ground. Fairy rings are nothing more than a group of mushrooms ( Read more... )

Well, dear, I have come down with poet's flu. You would be quite amused, were you here to hear me--I keep bursting out in doggerel. It's rather annoying for me, though. I daren't go out in public, not since I made a hideous rhyme involving bits of people that aren't named in nice society. And in front of the assistant dean, too! I was absolutely ( Read more... )

Once there was a stage magician named Chuckles. However, he was allergic to rabbits and pretty much anything else with fur. Or feathers. Or pollen. Or peanuts. His big act would have been with a pair of goldfish, but the hat kept leaking, the fish kept almost drowning, and eventually he gave up and switched to working with cacti.

That didn't go so

Darling ( Read more... )

My dear ( Read more... )