Dear fingers:
Contrary to your impulse at least six times in the past 24 hours, it is not the Aesir nori novel. Okay? Noir. No wrapping Odin in seaweed.
Certain Parties suggest I should save that for a sequel. Certain Parties amuse me but may not be far wrong, alas.
Love,
mrissaDear brain
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*mad fit of giggling*
Ok. I'm better now. *snorfle* Ok, maybe not...
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Sushi + lutefisk = sushefisk.
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mouth opens
comment generator runs without useful results
mouth closes, lips quirk, forehead scrunches
turns, walks away
Well, if in your Aesir noir novel Odin ends up tangled in seaweed while swimming and a reader makes the pun, you can at least say that your fingers got there first.
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There might be hardboiled Japanese private eyes and lounge singers with hearts of gold lurking somewhere in here, but if so, it's not in a very accessible compartment.
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