A thought, submitted for your approval…

Moni: and of course, I cannot wait for [spoiler]!Vimes and [spoiler]!Angua

Priscellie: *laughs* T’will be fun!

Priscellie: and we’ll find out if I can actually write Carrot. The boy is difficult. *wrinkles nose*

Moni: oh yeah

Moni: its almost impossible to get into his head

Priscellie: We’ve been in just about everyone’s head except his. In fact, his only thought we’ve been privy to is that Angua is beautiful and has an interesting chest. *coughpervcough*

Moni: *laughs*

Priscellie: gotta love Pervy!Carrot

Moni: True… now that I think about it, we understand *Vetinari* better than Carrot

Priscellie: …which is an eerie thought

Moni: indeed

Moni: but says a lot about human nature if you think about it

Moni: We cannot even begin to understand “simple”, and yet we spend hours trying to get into a twisted mind like Vetinari.

Priscellie: ::stares:: Good point. wow.

Moni: gee, I am so deep

Priscellie: *beatnik snaps*

::goggles:: When did we get a book of the complete librettos of eleven Gilbert and Sullivan operettas? Gravy, the stuff we have just gathering dust…

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Renata — Let’s combine your Shakespearean-themed restaurant, “Stratford Upon Eatin'”, and our Beatles-themed juice bar to form “A Hard Day’s Twelfth Night”.

What do you say?

A new record! After about 30 seconds of listening to HMS Pinafore, I’m inspired to write more Men at Arms. Quirke is now an homage to the Captain. God bless you, Gilbert and Sullivan!

And Brenna — the reason your school has been teaching you about Jesus being Don Quixote is because Jesus was Don Quixote. We’re packing Man of La Mancha to the gills with Christian references, even to the point where we have him die, arms splayed out as if he were on a crucifix. And the Aldonza/Mary Magdeline paralells are too amusing not to reference. We actually considered doing a tableau of The Pieta, but we thought that would be going too far. XD

She will claim — in a report which streets March 12 — that Michael Jackson paid $150,000 to an African voodoo chief who promised him that David Geffen and Steven Spielberg and the 23 other people on Jackson’s enemies list, some of whom had worked with him for years, would soon die.

The voodoo man, who had 42 cows ritually sacrificed for the ceremony, later assured one close observer of the scene that Geffen, who headed the list, would die within the week.

This is what I love about our world. You never know what’ll happen next!

Just got back from the Pocket Sandwich Theatre, where the St. Mark’s “Creative Writing” class put on a coffee house of original poetry and short stories. Quite impressive! I was quite glad Matt invited me — it was a fun experience. Most of the writings were hilarious, including Matt’s Zen of ice cream (with spontaneous haiku), a guy’s chronicle of an effort to say “I love you”, and another boy’s story of a man-eating giant. Huzzah!

Flail Count: 2. Adequate, but with room for improvement. “Flail” is such a versatile word!

I wish Hockaday would do something like that. And I wish I were taking Creative Writing. Too much fun.