We just say: "No"

Or we watch Nemo. Muhaha

All Apologies

I've had a long hard think upon how to be just. On how to be fair. But there are simply too many people (two in particular, but of that more hereafter) whom I owe apologies, not all of which that read this blog. I'm sorry this is the best I can do. Some of you would deserve to see me crawl in the dust beneath your feet and beg for forgiveness, others however may have to crawl first.

As mentioned above, there are two people for which this is more particularly true.

First there is the long time companion of the girl with the most beautiful shoulder blades in the world, whom I have in a moment of blind rage unjustly included in my general dislike of men. Not so in facto* but still in scripto*. He is a dear sweet boy and deserves all the friendship I can spare.

Secondly there is a young man who has been nothing but kind to me. All the anger and sadness I have felt resulted from being disappointed in my expectations of you. Expectations that flowed from the assumption you were my friend. An assumption that has proven false as you cannot spare two minutes to talk to me.

I am most sincerely sorry for the uneasiness and trouble I must have caused you.

* I'm pretty sure neither of these terms exist but you catch my drift

The Blogs

I never entered the game of posting about all those new sites and blogs I come across. Not that there aren't any but I don't read most of them on a daily basis. Usually I keep track of only those I really really like and put those on the left (yes that left). However, after being very busy being Lawful Good, not telling any lies-not real lies anyway, being questioned about why I had forsaken/neglected the quest my temple sent me on ( and which nobody told me properly about when I rolled into this campaign) and so on and so on... one of my fellow campaigners suggested out of game I blog more and link to their blogs (or at least hers) too. As there is but one fellow campaigner not to have his own little space on-line (And believe me, we'll talk him into it yet. After all looks deceive, somebody who seems to work best with facts is thus bound to have plenty of inspiration for about seven billion blogs.) here's a short list of the people that already want you to visit them.*

Freckled Phouka and Satan in disguise
Mane
Ruleant
Bright Smith
Viking
Dragases

*Do let me know if I drew the wrong conclusion, unlike might be expected, I'm not incapable of admitting I was wrong.

Don Giovanni

Through some strange twist of fate I found myself at the public broadcasting of Don Giovanni on a square in the vicinity of my student's room. I was tempted there with the promise of two friends attendance and lots of fun. They asked me to bring drinks. And I obliged, thought heck, why not it beats being lonely at home. But loneliness might have been preferable to the company of men.

Keeping up Appearances

I do not ask that you are my friend, merely that if you are not, you don't pretend to be either.

Cantus

For an explanation of the title click here of here. For a detailed account of the events ask someone else. For the effects it had on my general outlook on life, think of what café latte crème iced chocolate chipped caramel fudge could do for a girl on the verge of eternal miserability and you'll get an idea. Apart from the amount of non-descriptive mixes of certain fluids being spilled over my third favourite skirt, I had a good time and of course a cantus on self brewn ice tea is IT.

Missing

In all my goodness and the consideration I feel for my fellow creatures, consideration and love I can easily spare as I leave out of this affection all possesed of Y-chromosomes, I thought it best not o let my fishtank get too hot and thus I placed it in the corridor of the first floor where it is considerably cooler than inside my room. Upon returning from a shopping spree however, my deer pets had gone. Gone. The tank was there, the water plants were there, the plastic castle and the duck called Mozes were there but no sign of Nathanaël, Simon, Thomas and Simon Petrus.

Did someone think them excellent additions to a protein balanced diet? Did a hungry cat sneak in? Was the heat even in the corridor to hot and did they vaporize? Have they mutated into invisible swimmers? Who'll say?

Stapler

Known as a handy office instrument, however some people have clearly underestimated the use of staplers in beginner's sewing classes.

D&D: Ashlyn of Impiltur

A character pretty much forced on me (by which I mean: that I did not create myself), a paladin (soon to be ex-paladin if the DM has his way*), pretty strong, pretty tall and resolved to do which she thinks is best even if it means lying to and/or working for vampires.

* Any mentioning of having complete control and having caused this trouble on myself may result in your untimely death.

Red red... shoes

Considering the fact that red high heeled peep-toed shoes that fit and allow a graceful walk through the campus building is pretty much priceless, they cost next to nothing for the person who gave them to me.

D&D : The Chernovoch

A horrid beast, also known as the giant escargot from crashing under which I was but narrowly yet valiantly saved by Piotr, of whom I shall speak later also. Thankfully it is now dead. Unfortunately none of the spell caster could conjure garlic sauce so we went home hungry and that after all the slashing we did. It's a shame really.

Sam Valkenborgh

Simply my latest celebrity crush. I just hope I spelled his name right. I'm too lazy to check.

Official

Let it be known henceforth that this is now officially no longer an anonymous blog. I'm M or Mona or Morgan or Marco or Bruce, depending on how I introduced myself to you. I reasoned that if the account name for this blog is my real life name and that 80% of the visitors are people who meet/interact with me on a weekly,-if not daily- basis, there is little point in claiming anonymity.

Hypothesis I

When you feel bad, is it natural to want to make everybody around you as happy as possible?

D&D series

Even before it was requested I planned a mini-series on the character(s) I play. As I yet await vital info I give thee these youtube clips to pass the time.

Free Will

By the way, this article has my new favourite quote on free will, attributed to Schopenhauer: “A man can do as he wills, but not will as he wills.” In other words, you are free to do whatever you want. The catch is that you don’t have any control over what you want.*

And so it is that my own better judgement, my pride, my feeling of compassion, and a looming sense of future agony work hard for me to be calm and see sense (one meagre blob of morality boost can never/ should never cause this euphoria) but to no avail I tasted victory. Sweet sweet victory. Because it is what I want, need, crave and as we have just learned there's nothing I can do about that.

* one click on the text will take you to the post were I got this info^
^information for those who do not feed read and hence may have difficulty spotting links

Happy Easter

The sun shines, the flowers bloom, the birds sing and mommy's baking cake and pie and whatnot, plenty of cause for celebration. I am not out of love yet but the respect and admiration once felt melt and whither. Indeed I shall be well again.

@ whomsoever interested; yes I'm available for dinner/film/sex dates.
@ lovely minka; don't ever suggest either M as possible dates ever again

TMNT

A clue as to what I did yesterday, apart from winning in Trivial Pursuit (oh yes I shall be mentioning it again).

The ultimatum

Mere minutes separate me from the ultimatum termination, am I happy? Not fully, but I cope, I'm well enough to celebrate my second Trivial Pursuit victory in a one week time span*. Three cheers for sweet revenge.

* a hint to the hosts of tomorrow, the day after and the day after that, I'm aiming at a three wins in a row.

Chicks Rule

As you'll see on the left ( and by now you should know which left I'm talking about), there has been some coming and going in the pet department, please welcome little mcnuggets and try to feed her regularly.

Lust for life

I'm happy. Not fully happy, not head-over-heels-so-I-don't-think-I'll-survive happy but enough. Tuesday is the end of the ultimatum, whether I'll cope not even be allowed to think of him I don't know. I am capable of fall in love all over when I see him again but right now the butterflies I feel don't concern him. It's life, MY life I'm in love with right now. Which for me is cause enough for celebration.

Side Note: I don't guarantee however that this present state will last long, on the contrary even, but you are all aquainted with my mood swings. And eventually the dark clouds will drift by as well. And now I must get myself to bed. Typing all this makes me feel old and wise, which I am most certainly not.

Ticking

Me and my cooking coach we are a cultural bunch. And yesterday evening we went to a concert for contemporary chamber music, which was never quite my style of entertainment, but I had a great time and the rabbit claims likewise so no problem there.

Only drawback was not having eaten first but still drinking 2 glasses of red wine, so I went home a twidgy bit tipsy, nothing wrong with that is there? I plan on being drunk a few times more this week.

The title of this post refers to 'symphonic poem for 100 metronomes' the centerpiece of the evening. Which was very modern and very cool.