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I do love the slippery flow of poetry, the sighing puffed breath from the rounded belly of an a, the clanging of c's thrown horseshoe, the broken gasp of t's dying cross. Words never cease to stun me, even the simple sounds of each individual letter. Truly, humanity's greatest feat has been the invention of the alphabet, with its lullaby cadence and divine powers.
Speaking of gods (she wrote, tripping over the awkward segue), I'm mired, happy and porcine, in my muddy belief that Ronon is the bastard love-child of Ares. Not just the plain old god of war, but THE Ares, my gorgeous, bad-tempered, violent, leather-clad tormentor of Hercules and panter-after of Xena. You know, the tv god, the one who carried me whimpering into fandom nearly a decade ago. Ah, good times.
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Happy belated birthday wishes to ethrosdemon and violetsmiles--all the best, chicas!
Thanks to the mysterious Valentine's Day fairy who has been leaving pretty icons all over fandom, including here! You've brightened many people's day, including mine!
Thanks too to the lovely person who sent me the cyber-rose with the sweet note attached! Happy Valentine’s Day to you!
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Other than the little Valentine’s surprises mentioned above, my day has sucked mashed worms and pooping puppies. I forgot how February 14th is designed to leave one feeling snarly and inadequate. I’d like to take Cupid’s arrow and shove it up his bum.
I think I’ll play hooky and bypass my office hours to see a movie. Nothing like a little naughtiness to perk a girl up…
I do love the slippery flow of poetry, the sighing puffed breath from the rounded belly of an a, the clanging of c's thrown horseshoe, the broken gasp of t's dying cross. Words never cease to stun me, even the simple sounds of each individual letter. Truly, humanity's greatest feat has been the invention of the alphabet, with its lullaby cadence and divine powers.
Speaking of gods (she wrote, tripping over the awkward segue), I'm mired, happy and porcine, in my muddy belief that Ronon is the bastard love-child of Ares. Not just the plain old god of war, but THE Ares, my gorgeous, bad-tempered, violent, leather-clad tormentor of Hercules and panter-after of Xena. You know, the tv god, the one who carried me whimpering into fandom nearly a decade ago. Ah, good times.
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Happy belated birthday wishes to ethrosdemon and violetsmiles--all the best, chicas!
Thanks to the mysterious Valentine's Day fairy who has been leaving pretty icons all over fandom, including here! You've brightened many people's day, including mine!
Thanks too to the lovely person who sent me the cyber-rose with the sweet note attached! Happy Valentine’s Day to you!
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Other than the little Valentine’s surprises mentioned above, my day has sucked mashed worms and pooping puppies. I forgot how February 14th is designed to leave one feeling snarly and inadequate. I’d like to take Cupid’s arrow and shove it up his bum.
I think I’ll play hooky and bypass my office hours to see a movie. Nothing like a little naughtiness to perk a girl up…