From Twitter 08-19-2009
Aug. 20th, 2009 02:14 amTweets copied by twittinesis.com
Yesterday, my friends list was rife with tragedy: breakups, financial heartache, cybercrime, serious medical issues, dying relatives, serious differences in established relationships, fights with lovers, surgical complications, and of course the inevitable demon ponies.
This LJ needs a smudge ceremony. So come on in close, smell the sage, get a little ash on your face, and to help dispell the demons, post something awesome and wonderful about your life. I will use the little-known CSS property "border: 1px magic joyful" to set this HTML so that you may only discuss nice things. There will be no disclaimers about how you've lived underneath a sewer ever since you lost your job but yesterday you found a wet muckrag that might serve as a dress; no, for the smudge ceremony to work, you must only post a thing of purest joy.
"WE NEED MORE CHEERIOS"
Grodin watched Verdan's head drop to the console.
"Dear god above!" Her head popped back up to search out Grodin's eyes, "I don't suppose there's any way..." she began.
Grodin held up a hand to stop her, "I've tried shutting him out of the comm system. But he just gets back in."
"AND SOME JUICE...apple will do."
"Can't you just pipe him into the kitchen?" Verdan begged.
Grodin shrugged, "I tried that earlier. There's only Cohen left down there...."
"CHEERIOS"
"...And I suspect he's found a way to rip the speakers out of the wall."
"Maybe we could just assign someone to be his gofer?"
Grodin's eyebrows rose, "And who would you suggest for the job?"
"THEY'RE LITTLE ROUND FOODSTUFFS"
"Someone I hated."
"What I mean is," Grodin waved an arm to indicate the empty gate room, "there really isn't anyone to spare. We've shifted so many people to do clean-up on the planet we have no bodies left to step and fetch for him."
"HELLO?"
"I know. I know." Verdan heaved a giant sigh and let her eyes wander, "It's really too quiet around here right now. Unless you head towards the med area."
"It is getting a little crowded over there." He looked down at the pad in front of him, "We're going to have to start diverting of the jumpers to take some of these people to the mainland."
"THEY CONSIST MAINLY OF WHOLE GRAIN OAT FLOUR"
"Okay, that one was unnecessary," Verdan shouted at the disembodied voice.
"WE'RE ABOUT TO HAVE A SERIOUS CHEERIOS CRISIS HERE, PEOPLE"
[The poem] is a full working of a favourite motif, the definition of love, and is interesting for the indication it gives of an early approximation to standard ballad metre.