allegory!

all i can say is, it's a damned good thing for accidents of fate!

if bodie hadn't lost all his memory they might NEVER HAVE KNOWN that for all practical purposes they might as well have no memories because [drumroll] THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS TO EACH OF THEM IS THE OTHER.

and if he hadn't been bitten by a werewolf, they might never have known that, uhm. what was that, again? something about self-sacrifice, i'm sure. control! it's all about what you do.

(yes, the cat can open a latched door, but if he uses his powers only for good...)

right.

dear stomach,

you are even more enchanting than wax and i will do anything, anything at all, to make you happy. just tell me what it is.

endless grovelling,
cim

MAKE SOME NOISE!

Forget Arwen and Aragorn. The real romance of The Lord of the Rings is the blossoming inter-species love affair between Gimli (a dwarf) and Legolas (an elf). Proof that opposites really do attract, the stocky axe-man and the willowy archer started out as an arguing odd couple but have evolved into a formidable double-act.

gacked from mimesere.

[edit: picture not working. also, EEE.]

gip no 1

in the midst of changing icons--this one by elfiepike, otherwise known as baroness picons of bareness over at iconsensual. ;)

keyword: 'wild.' it replaces the cartoon!cim.

gip no. 2

claire, it looks like you don't have to get nenya for me after all. i have a similar icon of the evenstar pendant, if you'd like.
0:-)

we had family channukah: valerie (aunt #1, sister of daddy) gave jenny (their other sister) and grandpa (their dad) each an elaborately needleworked shirt, clearly representing hours of work. she gave my dad a puzzle, my sister a purchased shirt and me and my mother chocolate. but oh, what chocolate! *six*, three packages of lindt truffles, two of lindt chocolates and one of mint ghirardelli. ::blissed out look:: ( :-) + -_-, perhaps?) meanwhile, daddy gave me *three* delany books, though i've already read all of them (triton, tales of neveryon and nova). eee! daddy just got a cd. we're saving the better presents for him for when everyone's gone.

baby perrin--he looks nearly just like i did when i was a little tiny bit older than him (albeit about twice as large and three times as heavy...). pictures will be forthcoming eventually, i'm sure.

valerie and my mother are both artists, but my mom studied it as an undergraduate and then got an MA in art education and is now teaching middle school. valerie leans less towards woodblock and crafts and more towards watercolor and pen and ink, at which she's quite skilled. we've had watercolors of hers that she painted while i was a baby up all over ever since, well, then. one's in the bathroom--it's been there so long i hardly notice at any more. you know how that goes. but today i looked at it again and--why? it's too washed-out, it's a vertical fish, for heaven's sake, in an unassuming mat and a positively hideous frame.

there's no reason it need move to the new bathroom we're having put in to replace this one. let's put up artwork in the new bathrooms that's there because we adore it. if she ever gives us a piece that took her as long as those shirts took--well, then we could put it up, couldn't we? or daddy--who is a great fan of Cool Things and would have appreciated the shirt she gave grandpa more on its own merit (although she's grandpa's favorite child, which may lean into his appreciation of it somewhat)--could wear it.

valerie informed me at dinner, just in the course of my normal witty repartee--and as part of it--that she's just now noticed i'm not very nice. ('you just now noticed? i'm sorry.') jenny defended me ('she may try, but deep down cim just has this sweetness about her--' ahahhahaha, etc), entertainingly.

well, i wonder *why* cim could be feeling snarky. ::snap::

every time i try to gasp for air
i am smothered in despair
it's never over

there is no turning back
i've had enough

let's set her down in finland and see how it goes.

attn cara_chapel!

shadowleopard made a qui-gon doll and an obi-wan. not sure if they're quite chibi. well, no, not quite. and i'm still going to make you some! some day!

inside out screaming

is it just me or is that a little undignified?

'back, foul tinsel! hyah!' ::slash:: and he looks like the tinsel's giving him quite a workout, too. just stay away from the little rainbow lights, qui; they can BURN.