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[Lynroy: Final Edition]

Haha. Well, I'll give you one spoiler: the show gets way better in season two

 

 

But the Grinch learned he was wrong and changed his ways

Won't happen at all until I can torch that place and no longer call it my place of employment.

[Lynroy: Final Edition]

I enjoyed Christmas as a kid.

 

Now... it's just depressing and annoying. I can't describe it. People do the same crap every single year -- whether it's listening to their lame arse Christmas songs (at home, or like Roy said, in retail) putting up their decorations... and there's like this unwritten law from about December 15th onwards to the 2nd of January where people have to act like complete and utter fuckwits.

 

Wow. Last night's dream about Solas really makes sense now.

BURN THE WORLD!

[Donk]

Haha. Well, I'll give you one spoiler: the show gets way better in season two

 

 

But the Grinch learned he was wrong and changed his ways

 

Oh good. I was getting into it at the beginning.. but now halfway through it's kinda meh. I still wanna see what happens, though.

[Al Foley]

I enjoyed Christmas as a kid.

 

Now... it's just depressing and annoying. I can't describe it. People do the same crap every single year -- whether it's listening to their lame arse Christmas songs (at home, or like Roy said, in retail) putting up their decorations... and there's like this unwritten law from about December 15th onwards to the 2nd of January where people have to act like complete and utter fuckwits.

 

Wow. Last night's dream about Solas really makes sense now.

*Foley laughs to hard he starts choking*

[Paragonslustre]

I love Christmas.  Hubby takes 3 weeks off and he always works so hard the rest of the year.  It's magical for me *Places egg-nog next to mince pies on bar*  Don't do turkey though 

 

Edit:  thumps Foley on back.

[Al Foley]

Well Foley is off to Face the Raven.  

[Donk]

I love Christmas.  Hubby takes 3 weeks off and he always works so hard the rest of the year.  It's magical for me *Places egg-nog next to mince pies on bar*  Don't do turkey though 

 

Or chicken?

 

 

Well Foley is off to Face the Raven.  

 

Whothefuck is that?

[Al Foley]

I love Christmas.  Hubby takes 3 weeks off and he always works so hard the rest of the year.  It's magical for me *Places egg-nog next to mince pies on bar*  Don't do turkey though 

 

Edit:  thumps Foley on back.

One of my co workers was wondering what they'd do for Christmas Dinner and I piped in 'Do ham' which they informed they just did ham, and I said 'well ham tends to be my go to holliday meal because I hate turkey.'

[Al Foley]

Or chicken?

 

 

 

Whothefuck is that?

google it.

[Donk]

google it.

 

This is the first thing that came up.

 

 

The Raven

By Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—

    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—

            Only this and nothing more.”

    Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

    Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow

    From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

            Nameless here for evermore.

    And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

    So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

    “’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—

            This it is and nothing more.”

    Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

    But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

    And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—

            Darkness there and nothing more.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

    But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

    And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—

            Merely this and nothing more.

    Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

    “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;

      Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—

            ’Tis the wind and nothing more!”

    Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;

    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—

            Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,

Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”

            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;

    For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

    Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—

Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

            With such name as “Nevermore.”

    But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

    Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—

    Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—

On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”

            Then the bird said “Nevermore.”

    Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store

    Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster

    Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore

            Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”

    But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;

    Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

    Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

            Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

    This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;

    This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

    On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,

But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,

            She shall press, ah, nevermore!

    Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

    “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee

    Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”

            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—

Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

    Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—

    On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—

Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”

            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—

    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

    It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”

            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    “Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—

“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!

    Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

    Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”

            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

    And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

    And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,

    And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

            Shall be lifted—nevermore!

 

I should source it, in case Poe comes back from the dead to post a complaint about not sourcing his work.

 

Or is it Doctor Who related? Cause that popped up too.

[Paragonslustre]

Well Foley is off to Face the Raven.  

 

Does she know?!  *Looks wildly around for Raven*

[Paragonslustre]

Or chicken?

 

 

 

Whothefuck is that?

 

I can't stuff a chicken without thinking of Miley now   But, actually no we aren't great traditionalists - I once made curry for Christmas dinner.

[Tragedienne of Heavens]

Warning: growling. If you don't like that, don't watch.

[Lynroy: Final Edition]

I booted up my shiny PC in the hope of getting stuck in the Hinterlands just like old times, but discovered I'm too tired. So it's been MASH all day because I'm too tired to game.

[Paragonslustre]

One of my co workers was wondering what they'd do for Christmas Dinner and I piped in 'Do ham' which they informed they just did ham, and I said 'well ham tends to be my go to holliday meal because I hate turkey.'

 

Don't tell Beren that, it'll remind him of Herman!

[Donk]

Warning: growling. If you don't like that, don't watch.

 

Growling is what made me listen.

[Donk]

FFS. Midnight and they're still watching that fckn movie.

 

This is why I like living alone.

[Serza]

my boyfriend is playing fallout 4 in the other room and I heard the dog buddy thing yelp in pain and I yelled at him that he was a monster, letting the puppy get hurt.

 

*drinks to over-reacting to video game characters*

 

edit: i had a BSN .. well DQ.. dreams a few times. most recent was lynroy and I arguing about tea for some reason and then I pelted her with mugs.. so nothing different to what happens anyway >.>

 

THAT MONSTER!

 

You're all weird! And addicts!

 

Wait, is that a surprise to you? I'm weird, ALL DAY, EVERY DAY.

 

In my most recent DQ dream we were supposed to go to some summer holiday place. I was in a car with Ashie and Beren (he was driving) and we got to the apartment first, then I woke up.

 

Was I in?

 

Retail turned me into a Grinch. I was already a ******, so it wasn't that big of a transition.

 

Bastards! Turning a perfectly good Royness into a monster!

 

I booted up my shiny PC in the hope of getting stuck in the Hinterlands just like old times, but discovered I'm too tired. So it's been MASH all day because I'm too tired to game.

 

..I fail to see the problem with that development.

[Tragedienne of Heavens]

Was I in?

Nope, the only ones in the car were Ashie, Beren and I, and as I said, we were the first group to arrive.

[Lynroy: Final Edition]

Bastards! Turning a perfectly good Royness into a monster!

I was already a monster. I just evolved.

[Serza]

Nope, the only ones in the car were Ashie, Beren and I, and as I said, we were the first group to arrive.

 

Ah. Never even saw me in the dream. Did you imagine them as their avatars, or (since you have photos of both... places) with their real faces?

[Serza]

I was already a monster. I just evolved.

 

Well, yeah, but they made you worse!

[Tragedienne of Heavens]

Ah. Never even saw me in the dream. Did you imagine them as their avatars, or (since you have photos of both... places) with their real faces?

Placeholder humans that kinda  look alike to what I've seen of them in the pics, not exaclty since I haven't met them physically. The thing is I know they are them.

[Lynroy: Final Edition]

Well, yeah, but they made you worse!

No, I wouldn't say worse.

[ravenesse]

Placeholder humans that kinda  look alike to what I've seen of them in the pics, not exaclty since I haven't met them physically. The thing is I know they are them.

I do not want to act as a placeholder human ever in your dreams! I'm far too elfy for that.