sign of life

It must be the season. Bits of rl are attacking me like gnats. Well, keeps me sane, I suppose.

On the other hand, I did have a disturbing chat with ladymoonray the other night which deteriorated to such an extent that I ended up opening websites with pics of Viggo (no less!!!!) and almost, well virtually drooling in unison.

I will never be able to live this down with all the anti-Viggo brigade I managed to rally way back when. This comes from writing a story about the stupid man and becoming all mellowed out about what was formerly a dire duelling matter.

I blame it all on gloriamundi! ::points at Gloria M.:: She did it, your honour!

Hm, who next? Before I know it, I'll be susceptible to Elijah's nailbiting...

Note to demelzagirl: Mellowness does not extend to poems or paintings. I retain shreds of discernment!