Woes of life
Apr. 21st, 2004 11:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
winter(Still incoherent. Sorry.)
I'm toying with the idea of a paid account. For vanity reasons only: I want a better layout and more user icons. The problem? That's $25 per year plus $10 for the icons. Fourteen coffees, eight to ten comic books, four paperbacks, twice my average monthly Avon order, one session at the beauty salon, 2/3 of having my hair done. Priorities, priorities.
In other news, my fictives take a perverse pleasure in giving me ideas while I'm trying to bathe. This time it's a strange modern Fingon. I'm not sure it'll go anywhere; I hope it will, because I find modern Quendi a fascinating concept, and I have a lot of little crystal shards of images that I'd like to fit into it.
Thranduil watching Maedhros play pachinko in a parlour in Osaka is one of them.
But so far, it's just Fingon rambling.
Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.
This is not quite true. Or as Maedhros would say, my metaphor's distant enough that it wouldn't be able to find its own ass with a telescope.
My cousin has a great way with words.
The world has changed in ways that leave even the Powers bewildered. They no longer talk to us, nor walk among us. When the cat is away, the mice will play. It helps that we've got what amounts to our own airline now.
After the three-hundredth twist on bribery, blackmail or outright begging, Earendil threw a fit and set up a price table. In American dollars, which he uses to keep Elwing in Manolo Blahnik heels and Luis Vuitton bags.
And so Tirion is empty. All the souls are here.
In other news, teen!Seishirou in Tsubasa? Woo. I so need to get scanlations...
I'm toying with the idea of a paid account. For vanity reasons only: I want a better layout and more user icons. The problem? That's $25 per year plus $10 for the icons. Fourteen coffees, eight to ten comic books, four paperbacks, twice my average monthly Avon order, one session at the beauty salon, 2/3 of having my hair done. Priorities, priorities.
In other news, my fictives take a perverse pleasure in giving me ideas while I'm trying to bathe. This time it's a strange modern Fingon. I'm not sure it'll go anywhere; I hope it will, because I find modern Quendi a fascinating concept, and I have a lot of little crystal shards of images that I'd like to fit into it.
Thranduil watching Maedhros play pachinko in a parlour in Osaka is one of them.
But so far, it's just Fingon rambling.
Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.
This is not quite true. Or as Maedhros would say, my metaphor's distant enough that it wouldn't be able to find its own ass with a telescope.
My cousin has a great way with words.
The world has changed in ways that leave even the Powers bewildered. They no longer talk to us, nor walk among us. When the cat is away, the mice will play. It helps that we've got what amounts to our own airline now.
After the three-hundredth twist on bribery, blackmail or outright begging, Earendil threw a fit and set up a price table. In American dollars, which he uses to keep Elwing in Manolo Blahnik heels and Luis Vuitton bags.
And so Tirion is empty. All the souls are here.
In other news, teen!Seishirou in Tsubasa? Woo. I so need to get scanlations...
