George Tiller assassinated.

Blatantly swiped from kradical




ETA: I remembered!

Your Evil Name Is Artemis Belinda

Muhahahaha!

Bwahahahahah!

Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Dorothy
Happy birthday to you.


She would have been 83.

See Chimreh, my blood elf hunter on Ravenholdt. See Chimreh's new pet, the rare spawn albino bat outside Undercity.

( See the polite lj-cut )

Her pet doesn't have a name yet. Her dragonhawk (currently tucked away in a stable) is Toopretty, because a butterfly/hawkthing should not breathe fire and look so dainty. I'm drawing blanks for the bat. Suggestions, anyone?

The proper term for letting people see All Your Stuff on DW shouldn't be subscribed. It should be encircled.

Happy birthday, carlanime!

You Are a Snow Leopard

You have learned that you must rely on yourself, and yourself alone, to live a happy life. You are understand the world better than most people you know. You are very perceptive and intuitive. You need lots of space to think. If you don't get the space you need, you're likely to bite someone's head off. Because you are so thoughtful and solitary, people find you to be intense and mysterious. You're even seen as intimidating.

Mmm. Half and half, I think.

GOOD FRIDAY

On Good Friday at St. Bartholomew the Great, a church in London, wardens placed twenty-one new sixpences on the tomb of a benefactor of the church. The coins were picked up by twenty-one widows, each of whom received a hot cross bun and then walked across the tombstone.

Hot cross buns!
Hot cross buns!
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot cross buns!
If your daughters do not like them
Give them to your sons;
But if you haven't any of these pretty little elves
You cannot do better than eat them yourselves.

Safety pin patented, 1849. The patent was later sold for $400.

I have a box of See's candy. It is yummy.

But UPS left it on the porch. That we don't use. >.

Rock on, Iowa!

Swiped from JF's unfunnybusiness

The Queen of England is old. Over 80 years old.

And if she wants to put her arm around the First Lady, she will.

Because she's old, and she's the Queen, and protocol be damned.

Now get a grip and get back to real news.

I'm on Gaiaonline. Mainly for the virtual paper dolls, but also for an RP I'm in, an AU of the Revolutionary Girl Utena anime series. I have one of the villains, a charming young budding sociopath named Piet Hoekstra. Despite having existed since the start of the game, he's never had a character headshot.

Tonight, he does.

( Clicky for art! )

And for those of you in Tower... yes, the first name was deliberate. XD

Finally updated my codex.
So I can upload this again

( March 13-15 )

In Britain, the fourth Sunday in Lent is known as Mothering Sunday, or Midlent. It was the custom in earlier days for young people who had gone into service or apprenticeships to call on their mothers o that day bringing gifts-- a bouquet of violets or a rich fruit cake called Simnel-cake.

To avoid clothes freezing on the line, mix one pint of salt with one pint of hot water, and rub this on the line where the clothes are hung.

Hair clippings -- from people to pets -- put into the holes where beans are planted provide trace minerals to nourish the soil.

Crumbled mothballs mixed with the soil where carrots are planted will discourage larvae of the carrot fly.

Richard Burbage, actor in Shakespeare's company, dies in 1619. His tombstone reads EXIT BURBAGE.

A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute.
--- Shakespeare, Hamlet.

I've been dropping the ball on posting from the Illuminated Book of Days lately. Need to get on track!


( March 10 and March 11 )


An old superstition says that it is best to sow and transplant when the moon is waxing, never when it is waning. This has recently been proved true scientifically.

I went to the local indoor flea market trade center Saturday, and poking through the pitiful selection of books I found one of the gothic novels she refers to in a Darkover essay.


Wife by Proxy

Count Etinne de Montigny made an unusual proposition to orphaned Laura Monteih: she would pose as Monique, his wife, who had disappeared and undoubtedly had been killed. Struck by her incredible resemblance to Monique, the Count intended to use Laura to expose the murderers.

Laura soon had reason to suspect that the handsome, brooding Count, with whom she was unwillingly falling in love, might not be as nobly motivated as he pretended.

Trapped as she was by hostile relatives in the ancient family chateau, Laura also wondered whether she could escape the same fate as Monique.

The blurb on the back of Souvenir of Monique. Only a quarter. How could I resist?