Wednesday

          I didn't watch the debate last night and Its getting closer to the big day. I know who I am voting for. Isn't it strange the price of gas is going down. I don't know what to say I am speechless or in my case wordless. Not really but I am tired of hearing the news agencys and their misdirection bending and twisting the words to say what they want. There is always someone who wants to make you or convince you to do something that they want. I always wonder who is paying these people? They... read more

Wednesday was not ill-pleased with the airport. It was an airport like any. It had modern conveniences. As lodgings went, the hotel was satisfactory, and a damn sight nicer than some of the rathole motels he'd had occasion to frequent. Yes, he had once occupied the throne Hlidskjalf in the great hall Valaskjalf from which he could survey all the nine worlds, etcetera, but Valaskjalf was drafty and cold. The mysterious airport happened to be climate-controlled. His first indication not all might...

On Wednesday we find out who's going to be on the volleyball team!! I'm SO fucking anxious!! how cute is that?                                                        "Don't Be Last, Be First."                                                                ~ Coach Ulirich

I mostly post fannish things in this journal, but I think it's easy to forget that there is a real person behind the fic and the squeeing over Bones.  Same goes for other people, of course.   So I'd like to take a minute to acknowledge our humanity. Please tell me something that made you smile this week, no matter how small.  Could be the excellent latte you had on Monday, the song you discovered on Tuesday, or the way your significant other smiled at you today.  I'm going to try to post this...

Spending the morning with Amaranth made Silmeria feel better. The nymph's happiness was infectious, and did much to distract her from the events of the previous night . By the time she left her, forgiveness was granted, powers were returned, and emotions were back under control. All that was missing was the rest of her clothes. So, with freshly painted nails, Silmeria walked back to the Great Hall where she left her armor behind, tied inside a polyjuice-stained tablecloth. Unfortunately, the...