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Monday, September 12th, 2005
1:39 pm	Expectations, in the Norvadi Style Soon, there will be need To travel again, to go To places I don't know Wherein the people Know not the name, or habits Of me or my kind Company is sought, Some known in advance, others To be ascertained And there will be a Reckoning of a kind we See but rarely here A long fall into Darkness and then a rising Into the new light Or so, at least I Hope - and expect others, too To aid me in it For once, a lasting Difference to be made there Something to bring home (Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 24th, 2005
1:44 pm	Suspect Machination Time grows uncomfortable, constraining me. I must shake some of it off, and move more freely. Although there are some people who become irritated when I move between the strands of time, a biscuit adrift on the wind. The loom moves steadily, so I see no reason not to slip through; it is not as though I will be struck by a shuttle - I see it coming, when it comes. In other news, there is a general availablity in this city of both pears and parsnips, even in this season. Together with peas and parakeets, they will make a fine stew, but the Enemy believes otherwise, arguing for the inclusion of various piscine foulnesses. Tabros has advised me that he keeps a list of things to do, which might not otherwise be done. I shall attempt to do the same. To Do: Breathe. Destroy the nine remaining scions of the Book of Days from last year in cleansing fire. Argue with the Library Collective over access to their scullery. Remember Violet's birthday. Get arnica ointment for the brusises from not remembering Violet's last birthday. Sleep, if there is time. Basket-weaving classes, so that I can never be caught unbasketed. Acquire seventeen miniature Tarrasques. Eat. Inform Taunton that Velarin is still standing. Learn to waltz. Experiment with green beans and snails. Provide Mouses with colony ships. Remember more things to add to this list, before the Forgetting Monsters come from the outer darkness and burn the pages of my mind. Current Mood: Sign On Door. Please Sneeze. Current Music: Snickety snack Snickety snack (Comment on this)
Monday, October 11th, 2004
10:11 am	A preview My next work will be more dynamic, more of an action piece than previous paintings. In particular, I have had to do a great deal of research into the way armour becomes damaged, and the exact size of a sword that Prince Rodin did not actually have in his possession until a few days ago. I do not believe the previous holder noticed me sneaking into his room in order to draw it, though. I would appreciate it if someone will let me know whether torn scaled flesh tends to rip around scales, or through them. Frankly, the amount of damage being dealt out by both sides in this depicted conflict is appalling, and I have had to place a drip tray under the painting. Current Mood: I would like bread and butter Current Music: A fish, a fish, an eel, a handwoven placemat (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, August 8th, 2004
11:54 pm	Lucidity Lucidity may not be as overrated as I have often thought it to be. (Comment on this)
Saturday, July 10th, 2004
9:15 pm	Twice upon a time Twice upon a time, the world didn't come to an end, and nobody all died. There were no explosions, no invading armies, no depressing deaths of people way more powerful than us, no lights in the sky in daytime, no marauding draconic outsiders. There were no fires in the water, the dead remained where they should be, and nobody much got hurt. Twice. Twice. Twice, twice, twice. Current Mood: Twice Current Music: That's two times. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
1:07 am	Time Frippery Oh no. Not yet. You aren't due for months yet. Go away. Flap flap flappity elsewhere. Mirrors and statues and the white white grass of home. Current Mood: Elastic Current Music: Spau! Spau! Mau! (Comment on this)
Thursday, June 3rd, 2004
7:55 am	Tadpole! Tadpole! Tadpole! Taaaadpooooooole! Current Mood: tadpole! Current Music: potential of FROG! (Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 1st, 2004
7:33 am	Nature Walks with Thunder Lies Dreaming I think that after Midwinter (I have bought the Enemy a small biscuit dog, do not tell it), I shall lead people on a Nature Walk again (I am mystified by this expression - in my experience, Nature mostly runs, sometimes while growling nastily and possibly slavering). I am debating the notions of whether we should travel into the Forest of the Heart or one of the Lost Courts (I could try the Lost Court of The Opposed Throne, but it's not really relevant). I am sure that Urda would like the Forest of the Heart (it has trees and horses with skewers, barbecued - actually, they do the barbecuing), but these nature walks are about learning, not liking. And Ken would hate the Lost Courts (then again, Ken's list of hates is growing very long, and soon I will no longer be able to keep it in my sock), but hate leads to learning, and learning leads to, um, homework. Although if I go for the Lost Court of Shadowed Waterfalls, I think I could illustrate a few things for Storm. I'm told he's family (and wouldn't you do anything for family?). Current Mood: all gooey Current Music: the slow drop drop drop of pancake batter (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, May 31st, 2004
8:44 pm	Candles, quills, kettles, my bed Someone carved all my candles into tall round cylinders. I am afraid of the wax-carving thing, and I postulate that it is tall, and has blades for hands and blades for feet and blades for teeth and blades for eyes, but that it has the nose of a sensitive dog, except made of iron, with which to smell out Thunders Lie Dreamings, and it cannot be struck in the nose, for it is made of iron, and will ring out and call to more of the wax-carving things. Also, someone has turned all my quills into feathery things, and my kettle has become a brass thing with a handle. And my bed has become a pile of bones, with dried flesh still adhering. And my nose is blocked, so I cannot hear the Enemy coming, and twice today, I have had to swallow a scream when it hit me in the feet. Screams do not taste good. Soon it will be time to go again, outside outside. Feh. Current Mood: tower of silence, of fear Current Music: the horrid rusty sniffing of the wax-carving thing (Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 17th, 2004
11:53 pm	Road Trip! Urda has me painting pictures. It's great, I should have thought of this before. I'm doing pictures of the trip we're going on. I painted in the Enemy, and then I had to paint it out, because it's not allowed go. And it wouldn't stay still to be painted itself. This is going to be so great. I'm really looking forward to it! (Comment on this)
Friday, January 2nd, 2004
3:06 am	Irreverent Consistency Cats do not wash up. Frogs do not wear velvet. Pork is better than bacon. Five hundred and twenty nine is a very important number. All these things are true, and more important than you can imagine. Current Mood: bristwhistled Current Music: Clang ding clang ding clang ding hisssss (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, December 7th, 2003
11:41 pm	A List Of Words That Thunder Lies Dreaming, Aged 131 And A Half, Does Not Like Paladin Techyeselgy Death Dead Deaf Frog Fog (but only because it sounds like "frog" and makes me jump. I like fog really.) Metallicsundance Twist Balanced Partitive Absolute Raffle Help Mustard Incorporeal Custard (See "Fog", q.v.) Duster (See "Twist", q.v.) And the whole concept of logic, I mean, what were they thinking, it's built out of imaginary bricks. Current Mood: declaimative Current Music: music sweet music where's the damn music (5 Comments |Comment on this)
11:35 pm	Ways To Live A Better, Fitter, Happier, More Productive Life Real quests are when the universe hints, and tips, and hints some more, and possibly nudges, and serves you a full meal of omens with a side order of portents and seven-raven soup and donkey-on-the-left beer, and finally you get the idea and start walking. Current Mood: informativetivetivetive Current Music: nudge nudge wink nudge say no more (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, December 6th, 2003
12:26 am	Instrumental In My Feet Well, that was an interesting interview. I wonder if they've realised about the banjo yet? Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: pintwang-ktanga (Comment on this)
Friday, December 5th, 2003
7:47 pm	Red wine, white wine, slightly off green wine I am beginning to think that perhaps alcohol has its uses. For instance, the induction of hiccoughs in modified drow. Current Mood: alcolated Current Music: hic! glug. hic! glug. hic! glug. (Comment on this)
Thursday, November 27th, 2003
11:19 pm	Twisted Basket Surprise There is something very wrong with the basket in which I keep my sticks. It appears to be sprouting the hind end of a small dog. Is this some new kind of mould, which stickbaskets are subject to? It's wriggling. And the Enemy is beginning to climb my back, evidently driven insane by the spores the foul thing is giving off. I hope I don't go insane. Current Mood: worried Current Music: wiggle whine wiggle wiggle whine bark (Comment on this)
11:20 am	Suboptimal Measurement The multiverse may shortly stop trying to stand on its head, and go back to the lotus position. One would think that the malcontents would learn that provoking it is not the correct way to flush the hidden out of hiding, but they try it on every few million years, in exactly the same manner as clockwork monkeys pursuing hidden clockwork bananas. It is, I think, becoming essential that the clockwork key be found and bent, or I shall have no peace, nay, not even in the broom cupboard. Also, my spare anemometer has gone missing, and I strongly suspect the Fiend Mazaqual, who Walks the World again, smearing chocolate everywhere, of being irresponsible. In fact, I can prove it in a court of Law. Not that he would ever manifest in one. Current Mood: briskly meandering Current Music: the slow energetic creeeeak of doors in the Russet Arboretum (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, November 14th, 2003
3:32 pm	Fish I have seen fit to publish anew the List of Things in Which Thunder Lies Dreaming Is Interested, and Which You Should ALL Read. It contains many important things, and I am disappointed that more of them are not shared. The Enemy is creeping through the window. There are several bowls of fish here, which I would like to sell, but I am told that after about the seventh day, one must pay the customer to take the fish, rather than the inverse, and since I am currently devoid of local currency, this makes me uncomfortable, as I would not wish to be In Debt. I much prefer to be Thunder Lies Dreaming. So the bowls must stay, and even as I speak, the Enemy pokes her filthy feline nose into one. Current Mood: aggravated Current Music: slurp slurp purr slurp splat slurp purr. catfish! (Comment on this)
3:12 pm	Completion I have nearly completed this current project. The rare earths have been procured. The Enemy has been barred from entering my rooms. The quenching fluids stand ready. The pigeons are silent. The ducks burn quietly. The furnace is aflame. I shall call it... a jug. Current Mood: artistic Current Music: The crackle and hiss of coals, oh yessss (Comment on this)
Friday, February 7th, 2003
1:43 pm	Sub-optimal teleportation and amphibians Frogs are the new Evil. I have proof that they are the produce of the Dread Locked Plane That Shall Not Be Named. Proof! In big black letters! I shall petition the higher powers to allow me to rid the world, nay the worlds, of frogs. Toads, I shall permit, they have pretty eyes. But frogs must go! And I must find a new supplier of steak, the damned dog is now following me, hungry-eyed, and threatening me with more amphibians. But he brought a newt today, and I laughed and laughed, and told him that it was nothing, that newts are not even the chambermaids to the servants of the handmaidens of the frogs. He did not seem to understand. Also, I have five times today teleported to the wrong place. I must spend more time polishing my sandals so that when I decide to walk to places instead of relying on magic, they will be slippery and I can slide down hills on them. I must rearrange the world so that it is downhill to everywhere; travel will otherwise be too much effort. Current Mood: irate Current Music: crick-crick-wallop -- seventeen crickets and a wumpus (Comment on this)