There is no storyline

- According to kittenpants, if you have enough Cameleons, you can zip them together and make a covering for a geodesic dome. I support this. In fact, I support any situation in which you can say, "let's take off our pants and make a tent!".

- Last night, ritual teams planning meeting. We're putting together ritual themes and titles for January-July of next year. There is an open spot in March, and we're talking about putting in a discussion forum on sex and religion. capriciouslass says, "You know, because it's spring, and in spring, a young man's fancy turns to ..." (uncomfortable silence). I say, "... baseball?". People laugh. Later, triadruid asks about the forum. Someone says, "We said in spring a young man's fancy turns to..." and then people start laughing, and somebody gets out, "And featherynscale..." before trailing off again. He says, "Wait. In spring, a young man's fancy turns to featherynscale?" Very nice. I snort derisively. In all fairness though, if there are young men who wish to fancy me, they don't have to wait until spring -- I don't stand on ceremony, you know.

EDIT: This morning, Jack FM played "And We Danced". triadruid, who I often mock for not being able to correctly match song to artist, asked me who the band was. I didn't know, and there was a moment of subdued crowing. I told him he could write this day down on his calendar. But I can't stand not to know things, so I had to look it up. The band is the Hooters. Now my world is spinning rightly in its orbit once more, and another valuable byte of storage has been lost to meaningless pop culture crap.

There is no storyline

- According to kittenpants, if you have enough Cameleons, you can zip them together and make a covering for a geodesic dome. I support this. In fact, I support any situation in which you can say, "let's take off our pants and make a tent!".

- Last night, ritual teams planning meeting. We're putting together ritual themes and titles for January-July of next year. There is an open spot in March, and we're talking about putting in a discussion forum on sex and religion. capriciouslass says, "You know, because it's spring, and in spring, a young man's fancy turns to ..." (uncomfortable silence). I say, "... baseball?". People laugh. Later, triadruid asks about the forum. Someone says, "We said in spring a young man's fancy turns to..." and then people start laughing, and somebody gets out, "And featherynscale..." before trailing off again. He says, "Wait. In spring, a young man's fancy turns to featherynscale?" Very nice. I snort derisively. In all fairness though, if there are young men who wish to fancy me, they don't have to wait until spring -- I don't stand on ceremony, you know.

EDIT: This morning, Jack FM played "And We Danced". triadruid, who I often mock for not being able to correctly match song to artist, asked me who the band was. I didn't know, and there was a moment of subdued crowing. I told him he could write this day down on his calendar. But I can't stand not to know things, so I had to look it up. The band is the Hooters. Now my world is spinning rightly in its orbit once more, and another valuable byte of storage has been lost to meaningless pop culture crap.