(no subject)

*Facepalm*

So, when I get weird...which is often...I do very strange things. Like insist on alliteration. And once I get started on alliteration...I don't stop...
So, I present for your amusement, P is for Penguin, tonight's alliterations, with a special curtsy to schiarire (Becca and I agree that Ji is love) for putting up with penguinating for more than two and a half hours...

Procuring a pack of positive penguins to place in a penguin puddle

Punning penguins parading in a procession of pomp and pageantry!

Prodigious pert penguins proceeding practically from point to point pulling peculiar pranks with panache and polish!

Polyphonic penguins participating in private parades for pompous people?

Peripatetic penguins proliferating pleasing packages of pink and purple parkas?

Proud penguins passing pointed planes on a promenade in the park

Police penguins processing parking passes for Parisian pussycats with Porsches!

Party penguins pondering a preponderance of Pina Colada in a puce punchbowl

Persnickety penguins ponderously pushing piles of plastic pins through passageways plenteous with plates of peach pastilles

Plump and plushy penguins preening pleasantly in private parlours, preparing to prance at posh parties!

Precious penguins painted with powdered pearls propelling pintos past profuse pots of pickled peanuts

Passionate penguins polkaing powerfully to popcorn popping plentifully

Pre-adolescent penguins pretending to pester parent penguins with perplexing paradoxes pertaining to pizza and proofs

Pesky penguin predators pounce perniciously, perpetrating painful pollution on poor pouting penguins

Pleasantly perverse penguins play pretty provacative pranks on pulchritudinous prostitute penguins

Political penguins perch placidly on poles, promoting pervasive policies of peace

Peacenik penguins protest proudly, preaching patience and passivity

Preacher penguins perorating platitudes, palliating people, and profaning pagans. Politely

Peter, the Penguin Pope, plans pensively a pantheon of past penguin popes' planting in perfectly preserved plots...

Paul, a penguin painter, produces perfect portraits of plain penguins and portly pandas

Peregrinating penguins pump petrol for polished pickups, progressing across Pennsylvania

Prurient penguins peer perniciously past princess penguins' protectors...

Pessimistic penguins perpetuate perjuries pertaining to peppy penguin partiers

Positive penguins pleasure in perceiving purity and perkiness

Tonight's RP yielded a harper, a Prince bard and disappearing Tere, Tere sticking her tongue out and singing Wicked, Tere seducing Mordred who is currently female, and Titania offering to give Morgana magick lessons...Whee, my brain...

(no subject)

VW...Flavia...The football coach at Central Linn in Bend was suspended for licking students' bleeding wounds...ew?

::edit::
Also, props to the Smithsonian, who may have discovered a way to bring people back from the dead...
According to an article this morning, "cast iron coffins tend to yield well persevered bodies". This can only mean that bodies buried in cast iron resolutely persist in being dead. The implication being that perhaps bodies buried in other materials do not persist in being dead. This theory should be further studied...

(no subject)

I'm awake and I can't find any decent smut. Phooey.

Also, whoever came up with Jar Jar Binks/Seven of Nine...Bad. Very. Very. Bad.

And a Hughcon, cause I couldn't resist the facial expression...

(no subject)

When I said I was going to sleep...

I didn't really mean it. What I actually meant was, "It's less than an hour to sunrise, I should stay up and watch it." So, I stayed up, went outside, and sat on the driveway reading Shakespeare out loud while the sun came up. It was pretty close to perfect. There were owls and hawks and two hummingbirds drinking from the bottlebrush. If it didn't involve the whole being-up-at-sunrise thing, that would definitely become habitual...

(no subject)

Thought rundown for the day...

Slept a lot, which was good. Didn't really eat at all, which was bad. Stargate was fairly good. 'Lantis was excellent. BSG was OMGIloveStarbuckSOFRAKKINGMUCH. And also, the cinematography, liek woah.

Should go to bed now, as my brother has to be in La Habra at 7am and we're all going.