Peredhil

Belated birthday huggles.

My Online communication checklist, before I click "add reply": 1) What I mean to say. 2) What did I actually say? 3) Does anything I actually said need or *sarcasm* or some other written "nonverbal" communicator to bring (2) closer to (1)? 4) What will different people who read this "hear" when they read it? 5) What will the readers think I said? Some people can't help but put hidden meanings into simple statements, while others never look for subtle meanings behind obvious messages. 6) Do I communicate that which I wanted to communicate? If yes, click "Add Reply", else revise or don't post. After a while, it gets to be a Polite habit.

Rah! An MP3. Wish we had one of these for each of your shows - I'm one of those scheduling-conflicted of which you speak. "Scheduling Conflicted? Take the new Unemployment Laxative and release your free time!"

I wish I could write like this.

Happy Birthday! May your next year be full of the joy of life, the happines of seeing old friends, and the pleasure of making new ones. *hugs* -Peredhil

I've this "Thing" for Gut Poetry. This feels like one. *hugs* Sometimes you just hold onto doing one day, one hour, or even one breath, at a time. -P

loved what I got, willing to get more or variations of same. Consider yourself bugged. -P

Second's Orlan's comment.

three self portraits, demonstrating knowledge of styles from different masters. Van Gogh, Norman Rockwell, DaVinci (I've read where some consider his Mona Lisa to be a gender-bender self-portrait. Somewhat of an "in-joke".) Oils on canvas for all three.

Wow. Glad I grabbed a minute to read this. Good stuff.

The dimpled rind is really quite kind And tasty sweet to boot. Everchanging shade will color the blade As you slice into the fruit. Orange in hue and quite good for you 'tis full of vitamin C When juiced is mixed, with vodka fixed By others but not me. This pagean is done and it's been fun fun opportunity Support a Guild and feel fulfilled Like Vlad and me.

Konnichiwa! A quick hug for the Lady Bard and zips back out to work.

*nods* That was a rant? *hugs* heh. I was the youngest of five - my Mom worked hard at being home. She'd been a highly paid professional secretary at a movie studio before marrying my Dad. She always had the attitude that being at home was her job, and her pay was in hugs and love, consideration and respect. Not just verbally expressed, but through actions - like cleaning up after one's self, covering someone's chore when they had a down day, and such-like. But she was full of odd ideas like that - and my Dad was right there with her on them. They were partners in everything, and each one flawlessly supported the other. They made it look so easy, that when I got married, I had a *huge* shock in discovering that my parents weren't normal after all.

Well written, but... But it just sounds so *manipulative* to me - whether it's meant that way or not. The hair could be just as lovely as its bending over a book reading instead of dishes, as the other looks up and sees it from *their* position during *their* turn at the sink - after the meal they helped to eat. The movement and bend would be lovely just as well when picking up a frisbee while they played, instead of callously left socks. Doing two or three things at once isn't something to waste on only chores - it's a gift that extends to many areas of life - if allowed to grow. Guess I'm just funny that way.

Happy Birthday!

Belated Happy Birthday.

Peredhil zips in to set up the Birthday Room for Valdar and Astralis, only to find the Dreamer's scarred visage already present. Distaining the use of the gentle enchantments the Birthday Room provides, the Dreamer is recreating scenes from their shared past. Easing away, he reapproaches the Birthday Room for Aardvark - only to find when he arrives that it is mysteriously ready... Of a sort. The candles on the cake are dynamite, the colors are swaths of yellows, rose-thorn-tipped blood reds, violent purples, and purest white.. It's somewhat reminiscent of the landscape in which Wylie Coyote and the Road Runner play their endless nondestructive games of cartoon violence. Seeing that THAT room is well in hand, he tiptoes away, and reapproaches for Parmenion. Even as he reaches the door, he can hear the Irish band celebrating in full swing, with the smell of whiskey drifting into the hallway. Laughing, he wishes them all a very Happy Birthday, musing that the Penners will have a variety of choice in birthday entertainments today!

Peredhil sets up the Birthday Room with Japanese prints, mats, low comfortable couches and chair, many tables with bevelled edges (suitable for rolling dice in role-playing games). Over at one side is an extension to the Library and Archives, suitable for reading quietly yet sharing company. There are stacks of paper, each with a on the top and the words, "No blank page to stop you here!" at the bottom, for inspired yet shy writers. The last corner contains an entrance to Conservatory, for Tanuchan has spent the majority of her time there, socializing and building stories. Looking about, he nods, whispers "Happy Birthday" to set the room's magic into action, and then kisses his boys and heads off for another day.

He's also one darned good read. One of my favorite books for years was the Ecolitan Envoy. Yui-chan, can we submit a story already posted once here at the Pen? Perhaps with tweaking? Is swamped with Real Life. Penners - you should support this, whether you think you're good enough or not. -P

Peredhil zips in a day late, gives big thank you hugs to Wren for setting up the rooms, and then huggles both birthday peoples. Justin, I love your poetry and hope you can grace us with it more often. All the Crystal Tides people are gifted - round 'em up and write more! Black Caged Heart, Thinks of her courage and honesty, hides all the compulsively countable things so she can relax, and then huggles firmly. I'm glad you've come to the Pen. Write from your heart - there's more understanding (and more semi-broken people!) here than you might expect. Happy birthday, youse twose. Peredhil

Yeah, it's always the wrong people who suffer at a suicide. You might do a search on the word - suicide and responses to it seem popular. The poem deals with the drama of the topic well. Hugs Peredhil

Hugs If you run into Nyyark down there, say hello for me!

Nods as he listens to the sound of one geld with interest. You have a knack of encapsulating the "feel" of the scenes with broad strokes of your pen.

Peredhil zips in a bit more slowly than is normal for him of late. He's leading a bareback horse with silvered bridle for frapuccinogirl and carrying an Animè drawing of Mr. Plant hugging the Queen for futureprodigy. Since Tamaranis has been looking a bit plump of late, he's got a fresh bottle of genuine Almost Dragonic Drinks: Blood Light, the blood-based vitamen drink for overweight Vampires. Leaving the presents near the door, he leaves birthday hugs lurking, and gives the horse some oats before zipping away for the day.

I've seen my name nominated twice, which surprises me as I've been inactive so long I'm surprised any of the new-comers even know me. Given that, I'll echo Degenero and blushingly accept.