Pungenday the Ninth of Bureaucracy in the Year CUR

Made cheese ( Read more... )

Prickle-Prickle the Sixty-Eighth of Confusion in the Year CURWhoever says you can't taste anything in dreams is either a bald-faced liar or sadly misinformed. There was a distinct difference between the long salty french fries that had been dipped in the bottle of A1 steak sauce and those which had not, and I immensely preferred the latter (though ( Read more... )

Sweetmorn the Twenty-Fifth of Confusion in the Year CURSo I was just talking to someone about things we don't do anymore, and one of those things for me is writing here. Truth to tell, that wasn't enough to get me started; I also had a few minutes to wait for my video to finish downloading, but I think I ate all that up trying to calculate the ( Read more... )

Sweetmorn the Forty-Third of Discord in the Year CUR

Interactive meme-thing from the Watcher; your input affects the result.

Pungenday the Seventy-Third of Chaos in the Year CUR

Sixteen men adrift at sea ( Read more... )

Pungenday the Fifty-Third of Chaos in the Year CURMango Juice is good to eat ( Read more... )

The bear is mighty
The man is moreso
But the fight 'tween man and bear is mightier yet

The fight is over
We have his torso
And a greater prize than that no man can get

There are only six malfunctions to choose from, but what the hey:


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Boomtime the Twelfth of Chaos in the Year CUR

Everyone knows I love penguins.

I'm off this weekend helping to staff my father's annual backgammon tournament. Backgammon: Rolling dice competitively since before that mummified dude was born.

Ripley the cat - you know we love you.

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Prickle-Prickle the Sixty-Second of Aftermath in the Year CUQI haven't written in my journal for so long ( Read more... )