Maiahood = superfast bricklaying skillz.
[Note: This is an old post that never went through, and I somehow got it into my head that I had put it up later. I just checked this after seeing Sauron's reappearance, and... oops. Uh. This isn't actually a reaction to his last post. Seriously. I have another puppet dealing with childbirth, I would not bother to write this that quickly. It's been living in a notebook for a long time. :)]
I think Gorth has evil block. Not that he'd ever admit it, but he's been hunched over his Sons of Gondor Trapper Keeper notebook for weeks, chewing on his pen cap and sweating blood. (I'm assuming it's an evil Vala thing.) He hasn't even filled out many crossword puzzles lately. Poor baby.
Manwe made me a Maia recently, which made the construction of the hospital run much more smoothly. I finished it myself in a single afternoon. The East wing is still unfurnished, but we've moved in about half of the resident waiting list. I never realized how many manic depressive hobbits there are in Middle-earth. But most of them seem to have Gamgee blood in them, so I guess it's to be expected.
Our first specialized treatment seminar went rather well, focusing on individuals driven into depression and substance abuse by their lives as footnotes. The circle of sobbing Numenoreans was both moving and mildly disturbing, as they mourned not knowing the key combinations for the fruity accents in their names and passed around thermoses of laced coffee. We had to end the session when they started a Jefferson Airplane singalong, but hey, baby steps.
I think Gorth has evil block. Not that he'd ever admit it, but he's been hunched over his Sons of Gondor Trapper Keeper notebook for weeks, chewing on his pen cap and sweating blood. (I'm assuming it's an evil Vala thing.) He hasn't even filled out many crossword puzzles lately. Poor baby.
Manwe made me a Maia recently, which made the construction of the hospital run much more smoothly. I finished it myself in a single afternoon. The East wing is still unfurnished, but we've moved in about half of the resident waiting list. I never realized how many manic depressive hobbits there are in Middle-earth. But most of them seem to have Gamgee blood in them, so I guess it's to be expected.
Our first specialized treatment seminar went rather well, focusing on individuals driven into depression and substance abuse by their lives as footnotes. The circle of sobbing Numenoreans was both moving and mildly disturbing, as they mourned not knowing the key combinations for the fruity accents in their names and passed around thermoses of laced coffee. We had to end the session when they started a Jefferson Airplane singalong, but hey, baby steps.