So, yeah, it's been six weeks since the first blizzard, and we've had snow every weekend since then. I'm about to go nuts. Hate snow. Haaate. Do not want.
Ahh, writer's block, how I adore thee... sigh. Been trying to write more on the book, or even on one of the fics. Semi-successful. I had a bit of fun running one of the scenes through the
Bonsai Story Generator, though. Most of it's gibberish, but a couple amusing "poetry" pieces came out of it.
“Guess I may ask…” Best if you do so.
I thank her toward Pacarin, and its pyre.
Although he had her fingers as she is lost.
We will find a Metalshaper sitting there, hunched over his shoulder to find a lust for him.
Turning a bit of flesh.
Poetic pr0n? Aw, how euphemistic!
Idris had no salt-stains or red rings from crying out two shimmery blue-metal chips.
“I’ll buy it, then,” he could hardly feel.
Turning the horse by the chill.
Ah, yes.
Perhaps it is no pleasure.
Yes, perhaps it is, Idris, if you're crying coins :P
Anyway, that was my Random LJ Post of Doom. That and the Travesty Generator are way too fun to play with when you're supposed to be writing :P