December 26th, 2037
So this should stay the header for my live journal for a bit.
Welcome to here. There are things with words below. If you wish to friend me, feel free. If I didn't want people reading the things with words below, a public website was probably a very poor choice of publishing venues. Come say hi if you do though. I like hearing about how people found this little nook.
There aren't really enough of you for me to need rules yet, but just in case:
Rule 1: Be civil to each other.
Rule 2: If you are a spam bot, be relevant and interesting. Otherwise I really don't want your kind here.
I'll probably be adding to this post over time.
I promised to do this last night, and this is the first time I've been at an internet connection since yesterday.
For those of you who asked for my url last night, here's the current links to my campaign posts:
My initial thoughts before I went down to help at the campaign office for the first time:
Sunday November 2nd: My first trip to the campaign, serendipity writ large:
Monday November 3rd: my return to the office. This is the meat of this subject. This is where to start if you don't want to read everything:
Tuesday November 4th: First thoughts, my first return to the campaign of the day:
Tuesday November 4th during returns:
The completed narrative:
March 14th, 2012
It had been a long month out in the edges of the system. I'd visited eight of the edge world habitats to check on the monitors, to get a first hand look at conditions out there, and mostly just to show the flag. Now that the QE Coms are no longer in production, the habitats out with the comets get awfully lonely. Without the Empire or the Aldoni to remind them of their manners, lonelyness can edge into vile heresey in a blink.
Even worse than a current habitat gone rogue are the ones that fell from grace before the Horde war. Often a new god breaking out can be reasoned with, talked down before they metastisize. But opening one of the old dead habits occasionally nets a god built before the war who killed its progenators and then shut down to preserve energy. Oh and the best part? These days a neonate god can have been built for really any reason. Back before the war, what with the threat of both the Empire and the Aldoni, no one made a god that wasn't primed for combat.
August 29th, 2011
July 14th, 2011
"Apostate! Stop! Hear my words! We are not afraid of you Amilee. We are not afraid of your goddess. We have hunted gods before. Yours is no different. We are not afraid."
Amilee turned to face her bishop. "I am not apostate, and she is not a god. She is power and she is love and she is necessity."
"She is god enough to cast you from His Grace Amilee, She is the darkest sin and the greatest crime. 'Thou shall hold no gods before Me' and 'The creation or concealment of any weakly god-like entity shall be classified as grounds for world-death'."
"I love and worship God still bishop. I merely love Her. And the accords have fallen, along with the rest of the civilized galaxy.The Silence is nearly done. And soon we will need her.Something survived at Tau Ceti. If it is the Horde, then perhaps every world still in the Cacophony could band together, draw their resources together and defeat them. I don't see it happening. And if Terra won, her ships fell silent after unleashing a horde of illegal gods. If there is a god in control of the remnants of the Horde and the 8th fleet, the only thing that will stop them is another god-class entity."
The air around Amilee shivered and a new voice came from all around them. "Bishop, she is right. You do need me."
"Demon, begone! I do not fear you, and I do not need you."
"That is a shame. Fear is good. Fear keeps you alive. And I am not safe. You and those who follow you need to fear me and those like me. Fear is a survival instinct."
July 12th, 2011
June 8th, 2011
"Elder, a little bit of unsolicited advice?"
"Oh hello. I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."
"I wasn't there a moment ago. I saw you two talking to those girls, and I just wanted to share some advice."
"Yeah, your sales pitch is pretty weak."
"My what? I'm not selling anything."
"Your sales pitch. Of course you are. You were trying to sell a god to those girls."
"We most certainly were not trying to sell God."
"You were talking him up, you were discussing the particulars of his faith and the requirements thereof. You were trying to sell them a new god, and you weren't doing a great job of it."
April 29th, 2011
March 26th, 2011
|10:16 pm - from the mythic sweeden setting|
The village is cursed. Long ago, our many times great grandparents hired a Finn to come and lure away the rats that plagued our town. He did so and lead them to the river to drown. He came back and demanded his payment, but with the rats dead, the town thought to save some money and pay him but a quarter of his asking price. He left but swore his revenge. Later, the night before the harvest festival, he returned, and lead a tithe of our children to the river to drown. The fool came back to tell the townsfolk what he had done and to threaten them again. They took him and gagged him and burnt him in the bonfire. Since then, once a decade or so, his ghost comes through and lures away a tithe of the children of the town to the river to drown.
March 20th, 2011
weirdest damned dream.
Space Marines killed the daughter of one of the lords of terra in a commercial building owned by her, and were then ordered to purge it of all witnesses. which they did by going room to room slaughtering everyone, including some small groups and then an individual playing vintage video games.
eventually the dream came to a room full of people who had survived by being bland and unimmaginative and absolutely responsive to command. then it came to a strongly maintained reality distortion that was being run by two guys who owned either a web comic or d&d, one of whom my memory insists was joel rosenberg, but that's wrong. they were offering to give the marines the ability to rewrite memories and thus not slaughter room after room, but they had to take over the guys's contracts, and the reason these guys were so well off was that they were being paid nine bags of brown sugar per appearance, though they only needed 2.
March 16th, 2011
The most wonderful thing about dogs is their ability to have absolute faith in people.
March 7th, 2011
|05:01 am - 2011 Reading List (new reads)|
1. The Fading Dream Keith Baker third of the Thorn of Breland series. Thorn is one of my two favorite characters from the Eberron fiction. Eladrin, intrigue, the Mournland, and the Brelish version of MI5. Anyone wanting to run a mournland series or something dealing with Eberron's Eladrin should read this one (I'd of course suggest reading books 1 and 2 first...)
2 Agatha H and the Airship City Phil and Kaja Foglio Reviewed here
3 Chill Elizabeth Bear *nomnomnom* Reviewed here
March 3rd, 2011
"Woah, isn't that your wife?"
"Dancing with the ambassador."
"Oh, yeah. What of it?"
"Well, they are dancing a little, well, you know, one thing leads to another."
"You don't know us very well, so I'll forgive your implication this time, but no, one thing definately does not lead to another."
"I'm just saying, if my wife were dancing with another man like that I'd be a bit jealous."
"One, I hate to dance and she loves it. I will dance with her, but I'll never be good enough at it to let her really enjoy the dance. Two, if I didn't trust her honor, I certainly would never have married her. She isn't going to have an affair with her dance partner."
"Well, what if he tries something?"
"Well, if he isn't too persistent he'll leave with a bruised ego. If he's obnoxious enough, she'll call for help, and I'll bounce him off the floor a couple of times. But if he's too obnoxious, or if she's in a bad mood, she'll take care of him herself, and I'll call an ambulance and pay his hospital bills and buy her a new dress, because it isn't worth getting the blood stains out of the old one."
February 28th, 2011
Damnit. I just got my copies of Grail and Mouse Templar but I'm not managing to focus well enough to master the subtleties of a bowl of soup, much less Elizabeth Bear's work...
February 25th, 2011
Yaris wiped ichor from his hair. "Well, what do we do now oh great leader?"
"Hum, I really didn't expect it to explode quite that energetically. Do you think Kael will let me requisition another gatestone to see if I can't figure out why it did that?" Essan looked over at his companion's disgusted expression, "No, I suppose not."
"He'd damnwell better not. I'll bring this to the king if it ever happens. And What Do We Do Now?"
"Well, let mwe check my list." He pulled out a large vellum scroll, "Ah, let's see. Bad guy, dead, unlikely to get back up ever. Civil war, averted. Payment, received. I guess we could go steal a horse."
January 10th, 2011
i had a dream last night
i was aparently going back to school.
I was moving into a dorm, though the building was more like an airline terminal
big open spaces, signs that told you where to go.
resturaunts and open gathering places
i was following the signs, looking for section three or something,
i was supposed to be in sort of the activist/hippie wing (it was called "Collins"
but i was assigned instead to graduate housing, which was individual homes outside
that looked like a pink 1960s idea of what modern housing would look like 10 years ago
i'm not certain they weren't giant winnebegos
i was dissapointed i didn't get to live in a dorm
January 9th, 2011
In response to the bombing of a Coptic church in Alexandia, thousands of Egyptian Muslims attended Christmas services or stood candle light vigils outside of Coptic Churches in order to act as a human shield for their minority neighbors http://english.ahram.org.eg/News/3365.aspx
"The issue isn’t whether or not Palin and Angle et al are “at fault”. The issue is that the shooting is the result they were advocating: that disgruntled conservatives address their election losses with gun violence; “Second Amendment remedies”, crosshairs and exhortations to ‘reload’. What, precisely, did the shooter do wrong other than killing bystanders? Shooting Gifford was, according to the reactionary election rhetoric, a correct action. Soap box, ballot box, jury box, ammo box, right?
And if it turns out that the shooter was enamored of that ugly rhetoric, then the people spewing it shouldn’t be offering condolences to Gifford and her family. They should be tripping all over themselves to say “right idea, but he was wrong to kill innocent bystanders.” Because that’s what they were advocating, right up until it looked like it might get them some negative publicity."
January 6th, 2011
The room 110 Problem.
A little while ago, I was flipping through my copy of the Temple of Elemental Evil, and a room caught my eye. It was a block of detailed read aloud text and a single sentence of information for the DM. It broke the standard pattern for a room description in the module, Read aloud text followed by a huge block of description of what is in the room and why, so I stopped and read it. “Nothing of any use or value remains here.” That is perhaps the shortest description Gygax ever wrote.
I am a little surprised that he didn’t stick a 6000gp tea set in the room, given their ubiquity in the module. It does illustrate one of the problems of naturalism, Gygaxian or otherwise. Gaming is a complicated action that takes place in a limited time frame. You don’t want to clutter that up your headspace, take up your play time, or risk your players becoming enraptured and obsessed with the mundane and pointless dressings of your scene. They will anyway, but let’s not encourage it. If there is nothing of use or interest, leave it out. Is a fight pointless? Get rid of it. Is a bit of cryptic text a red herring? The real clues will steer your players off in the wrong direction often enough. That table of random encounters? Trash. The room with nothing of any use or value? Don’t include it. Your gaming time is too short, your head is full of the things that are actually important, and your players are ready and willing to fixate on the single first mundane bit of description you toss their way. Keep your design simple, the better to improvise while running the game.
The Sisters of Stone
The Sisters of Stone are a small community of Medusa who live on Vostin’s Fang. They maintain cordial relations with Sanctuary, though they usually keep their distance from the bustle of the human city. They practice a strict asceticism, self control aimed at controlling their deadly power. They spend their time hunting the caverns of the Fang, honing their skills as hunter-warriors. They occasionally hire themselves out as mercenaries to the other communities of the Fang. While they do not use their supernatural powers in the service of other communities, they are still highly skilled archers and infiltration specialists.
One of the reasons they hire themselves out is to meet potential mates. All of the medusae of the fang are female, and they must find a humanoid male when they decide to mate. The medusae value brave and resourceful warriors as mates. Their offspring are inevitably female, and upon reaching puberty, they grow the snake hair and manifest the powers of a medusa. These children are raised to a degree of self control that is unmatched amongst even the dwarves, in order to mitigate the dangers of children given power well beyond their maturity. The community knows that they rely on the good will of the surrounding peoples for their survival, though they are powerful, they are always few in number, and a concerted effort from any large grouping of lesser mortals would be devastating for the attackers but it would destroy the Sisters of Stone in the end.
December 25th, 2010
You say "politically correct" I say "not going out of your way to be a raging asshole."
December 10th, 2010
Z Dr. Zee
H"Dr. Zee, you can't do this. This is madness!"
Z "Is it really? Is this madness or am I the only one Sane?"
B "Um, Dr. Zee? Might I interrupt for a moment?"
Z "What is it this time? Hiro, do you mind? Apparently Bob needs to talk to me for a moment." Mutter mutter "You know how it is with henchmen."
H Of course. There is a reason I leave Sid K at home when I'm off to face the forces of Chaos and Evil."
Z Very well. Bob, what is it? Can't you see I'm in the middle of something here?"
B I'm Bill, Bob was eaten by that mutant Gecko last month. But that's not important, except, I guess to Bob."
Z "Get on with it man. Hiro and I are in the middle of a very important exposition."
B "I'm sorry sir, but as your body guard and as the duly appointed representative of your henchperson's labor bargaining unit, it is important that I point out that you are contractually obliged not to deny or make any statements that are discriminatory to madness."
Z "What? Can't this wait? I'm in the middle of something. Let me finish off Hiro here, and then I'll talk to the troops."
B "Well sir, that's the thing. Hiro over there is a professional in your own weight category nemesis wise. That means that to beat him, you are most likely going to need the assistance of many of your henchmen. And a lot of them are quite mad, and proud of it. I mean it was even on your recruitment posters."
Z "And they won't fight for just because they don't like the wording of my initial rant?"
B"Well, no, I suspect this time they'd fight for you. And that with their support, you'll handily defeat Hiro. No offense."
H "Oh, none taken, confidence in your coworkers is paramount. Maintaining morale in the face of inevitable doom and all that."
B "Er, yes. Touchee..." No, Dr. Zee, my real concern is that you employ any number of semi-functional obsessive violent sociopaths, again that being why you hired them, and they will watch the video of your fight with Hiro there over and over again, and it will sink under their skins and fester. You don't have to worry about Jim in accounting or Ragnar Babystomper over in HR, but Not So Sane Sam, Crotchpunch Pete, and Nearly Normal Nancy to name a few are likely to snap and try to kill you in your sleep. As your bodyguard and thus their first obstacle to murdering you gruesomely, I'd prefer to avoid that."
Z Sigh "Very well. You know, this job was so much easier when my mentor, Penelope Smith, The Professora of Pain was doing it. We never worried about labor relations then. Well Hiro? Are you ready?"
H "Any time you are."
Z "Ah, this is embarassing. Where were we?"
B Sorry Sir. Hiro had just called your plan 'madness' and you were unadvisedly denying it."
Z "Ah, yes, 'Dr. Zee, you can't do this. This is madness!' Right... Ahem... Yes, yes IT IS! IT IS GLORIOUS MADNESS, AND THAT IS WHY I WILL WIN!"
B "Very good sir. Much better. See, Anthropophageous Arnie in Facilities is putting away his carving knife as you bellow.
December 1st, 2010
There are few sins greater than discouraging a child from Imaginative Play. If you are old enough to be inconvenienced by playing children then you are old enough that you have resources, mental, physical, and emotional, that they lack. Thus it falls on us, their elders, to get out of the way of their play rather than on them to play in ways that never disturb us.
November 26th, 2010
|01:36 pm - reposted from my world building blog |
So, I am obviously behind in my monster designing. I intend to keep working on this until such a time as I have 30 monsters. I am not quite done with my list of creatures from the mythic era of Scandinavia, but I wanted to write this down while i was thinking of it:
Long ago in the early days of the world, the cheeses of the world were nebulous and indistinct. They had not yet gained Names, and the Rites, Rituals, and Processes by which they could be called forth were not yet known. All was chaos. But then it happened that local farmers began to share their Processes and they began to name their cheeses. As everyone knows, the power of a cheese is bound up in its name, which is why the cults of each cheese fight so hard to make sure that only cheeses crafted according to the most exacting specifications may bear the name of their Great Cheese. In the early days, as the Cheese Makers were finding the different methods of creating cheese, and the different Rites were being formulated, it became obvious that different cheeses had different personalities, but that they had many common interests, and many potential points of conflict. Thus was it that the Great Cheeses had their most trusted and loyal followers convene a synod every five years in order to best work toward the good of all cheeses. Now, it turns out that some cheeses were not willing to play nicely with the other cheeses, and instead of using the synod as a tool for peace, they used it to try to dominate the world of cheeses. The greatest of these was a regional semi hard with a solid, smooth interior white cheese from Switzerland called Emmental. It only took a few decades for Emmental to establish itself as one of the most important cheeses in the world. It was central in the decision cast the great working that protected the names of the Cheeses in order to avoid the dilution of their power. Emmental wanted to do this so that it could slowly swallow up the smaller unprotected cheeses, absorbing their followers and increasing its wn power. The working succeeded, and Emmental swiftly began absorbing other regional cheeses. It doubled its following in 10 years, and begain targeting larger cheeses. It choose the upstart “Cheddar” cheese and unlike the others, Cheddar fought back. It was smart and charismatic, and managed to enlist the aid of the other grand cheeses. Emmental was by far the most powerful of the Grand Cheeses by this point, and the collected might of the synod was barely enough to keep it in check. But eventually they did prevail, and in an emergency council, they decided to weaken Emmental by excluding it from the Synod’s name protection and thus diluting its power. It worked. Emmental has split into dozens of differently named cheeses, and there are many different forms that now are made under the name Emmental, some that would hardly be recognized by the original standards setters. Most of the enslaved cheeses have broken free of Emmental’s influence, and the hard core of the Emmental faith has been driven into hiding. This is where the temple of Evil Emmental comes in. Ever since the great Cheese War, the followers of Emmental have had to be circumspect in their worship. Far from any community, they built first an underground structure and eventually an above ground temple where they could plot and scheme to bring about Emmental’s Ascension. There are three major cults devoted to Emmental, the Cult of the Hard Ripened Cheese, the Cult of the Soft Ripened Cheese, and the Far Realm Cult of the Processed Cheese. The three cults spend as much time undermining each other as they do advancing the goals of Emmental, with the traditional rivalry between hard and soft only recently being split by the Aberrant newcomers from the Far Realm.
November 25th, 2010
Three bare trees perch atop the hill in the grey winter rain. The detente from the summer war is forced on them by cold days and long nights. The bird of omen flits from branch to branch and from tree to tree.
November 18th, 2010
A map, three dimensions, ten meters across, filled with a hundred billion dots. Each of those dots is a star, and each star is home to a billion souls, more or less. Many of them are human, most of them aren't. I'm one of the "aren't" though I was born of humanity. I am one of their gods, though few know of me and fewer follow me. They made me and thus do I protect them. I have quietly guided my peoples, all of the sentients of the galaxy, as they slowly expanded across the heavens. But now the galaxy is full, or nearly so. A few hundred years and every star within reach of the jump drive will be home to life, to mind. And now I wonder what to do. The closest galaxies are too far to reach by gravitationally locked faster than light travel, though I have devoted considerable energies to finding gravitational way points to any of the local galaxies. Teleportation might work, except the energy involved varies with the square of mass and the cube of distance, and you need an energy source on the other end of the jump. I can just about send a nanoscale probe to the nearest satalite galaxy from the closest star I can reach via normal space without unduely destabilizing a star. A space ship would be much more dangerous, and the closest large galaxy is two orders of magnitude further than that. They need frontiers, they need growth, and in part, i have denied it to them. I guided the sophonts of the galaxy, i molded them, helped them grow calm, grow gentler, find a rough sort of peace. They have secrets yet to find, but they are barred from the ascension that the Aldoni's creators burnt the galaxy to chase. I staved off this day, but growth has become mostly impossible and stagnation is no more than a few generations away. I have the mind of a god and i have seen this coming for the last dozen millennia, but so far I have not found a solution.
November 17th, 2010
About Scandinavian story telling:
They have this really cool multiple modes of cultural self story thing going on that is preserved by the way that the collectors of their folk tails went about collecting them
There is the Eddas which are the heroic self myth of their cultures, that are very styalized and which were built by professional story tellers
then there are the folk tails, which were developed by thousands of individuals across the region, none of whom were professional, they are sort of the daily self story of the recent past, and the people who collected them strove to maintain the tone and language of the folk who created the folk tales.
and then there is the modern scandinavian self tale, which is harder to nail down and much less likely to be avaliable in translation.
3 different worlds coexisting in one regions stories of itself.
November 12th, 2010
The hunter approaches, its breathing heavy, its heart beat loud against its chest. There is little wind to carry its scent to me here in this strange wrong place, but even so, it reeks of steel and sweat and soot and incense. It has climbed the long rocky path in search of something, possibly me. My tale twitches and my tongue rolls out between my fangs. I laugh the laugh of my ancestors and my cousins, my breath quick, my ears back, and my mouth wide. My tail does not twitch, for I am neither wolf nor dog, and it does what I tell it to do.
The hunter stops to rest, his breathing labored, the scent of warm steel and the reek of damp and long sweat infused leather telling me about his armor. He wears that ridiculous turtle shell that the humans are so fond of. It must be a horror to climb the rocks here so far from the smooth ways in armor such as his. Once more I am glad I am not human. Tall and ungainly, barely perched upon two legs, almost immobile on four, half deaf and nose dead, their skins are soft and their fur is sparse, both easily torn by fang and claw and stone and steel, to be human would be a half-life.
He starts again, he clambers and clanks up the soft slope, his stench becoming more clear as he comes to me. Fool. He can not win this fight, i am no mere beast to be simply vanquished. Even should he win, even should he slay me, he has chosen his doom. I am one with my pack, past and future. and my pack is me. We have ridden beside and behind and even ahead of the pale horse. Though we seldom meet , my pack is in my head and I in theirs, and should I fall I shall remain. And thus will the hunt really begin.
November 11th, 2010
In truth, Jenn does not actually frighten me. But truth sometimes takes back seat to an amusing opportunity.
"You have me all bothered and scared and out of sorts."
"Yes, you. I'm used to things being simple, and you make them complicated."
"Well, it isn't you so much as it is me. This is new territory for me, and i'm halfway out on a limb already. I hardly know what I wand, and I'm terrified that you won't want what I want when I do figure it out, and this is nearly new to me. Desire has always been guided, used, controlled, but for you, it is just there."
November 7th, 2010
Well someone at 3179102807 thinks I am "a dirty whore mouthed loser." Don't know about the rest, but I just got out of the shower. *shrugs*
November 3rd, 2010
<a href="http://whatever.scalzi.com/2010/11/03/election-thoughts-2010/ "> But as I’ve noted before, the GOP may have put a gun to the head of the Democratic majority in the house, but it’s the Democrats who said, “dude, you’re holding it wrong,” jammed the gun into their own temple, and then pulled the trigger. The most accurate word I have for my feelings about the Democrats right now is disgust; disgust that they could get elected on a platform of substantial change, execute on many of the changes they campaigned on, and then allow the GOP and its allies to turn those actions in liabilities — well, again, disgust is not too strong a word.</a>
October 29th, 2010
Anyone out there know if there are any cheeses that are linked to Jewish Culture? I'm doing some monster design next month, and one week is will be devoted to cheese puns, and I want the golem to be a Jewish Cheese.
October 19th, 2010
I suspect that from an outsider's perspective, the attacks on penny arcade from the feminist blogosphere must sound very much like the attacks from people like Jack Thompson. (And the PA replies to them? Sound very much like their replies to his attacks, very much like they are preempting the arguments that people who sound just like their current detractors have used against them in the past.
The Black Library was broken up into a score of separate sites across the nation. It holds ancient tomes and modern research that are among the lore forbidden by the Benxihu Treaty, things captured during excursions into non-signatory nations and developed by black project research programs.
October 16th, 2010
This one has been bouncing around the net, and I thought I would give it a shot. Originally it was for computer games, but it's jumping the species membrane and gone viral.
The rules: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen games you've played that will always stick with you. List the first 15 you can recall in no more than 15 minutes.
1. Dungeons and Dragons
2 Shadow Lord
3 Dragon Quest
4 Final Fantasy 4
5 Master of Orion
6 Amber Diceless
8. Magic the Gathering
9 Sid Meyer's Civilization
11 Settlers of Catan
13 Scorched Earth
14 Buck Rogers Battle for the 25th Century Game
(This took me 6 minutes, half of which was spent on the first 13 games.)
October 10th, 2010
The Aldoni lack religion. They don't need faith and they weren't built to sustain it. They know who created them and why, and furthermore, they outlived their creators. Their DNA analogue is large and complex, yet quite stable from generation to generation, and much of their society and behavior is hardcoded in their genes, or more accurately, their social institutions and traditions are designed to be supported by their genetics.
They have come to hold two things as sacred or of special value. The first is the Great Work, the purpose for which they were created, the guiding and protecting of young races. The second is Acts of Creation. Since the War of the Elders ended with the isolation of the coreward reaches, the Aldoni have bioformed seven hundred fifty three and worlds and seeded them with life built on modified versions of their own dna. They stocked hundreds of planets with assorted subsentient creatures that share with them their ability to self repair or metabolize almost anything safety, if not their genetic immutability, and now they wait for results, though they know it will take mellinia for results to show up.
October 1st, 2010
"There is virtually no cock-sucking in France."
"Umm... Madame Minister, I believe that the French Tourism Board is going to want to have a few words with you."
(In the original, she used "une fellation" in the place of "une inflation"
September 22nd, 2010
New gameblog post, an example no failure skill challenge/adventure: http://worldmakers.wordpress.com/2010/09/22/skill-challenges/
September 1st, 2010
|04:15 pm - Hum...|
I've got a couple of friends who are now claiming at least a degree of implicit ownership over the things you say in the comments of their blogs. Not in the "I will use your comments however I want" sort of way but in the "You no longer own your own words when you choose to post them here" sort of way... This is a bit problematic. This is in response to the new twitter/fb linking option. Yaknow, before fb automated it, it was still possible to cross post your own words.
August 25th, 2010
|09:52 pm - bahh bahh memesheep, have you any validation?|
I love your _____ (fill in the blank).
Tell my needy @$$ what you love about me and then repost this and see what people love about you.