Peredhil

LOL. This is a great break from your normal style. Being a newspaper deliverer has started a number of careers... but in Finnland, I'd imagine it is COLD! Some of the Lost becomes a bit more realistic to me.

Sign me up please. -Peredhil

Quincunx, Ya know, I always have a feeling like a student sitting at the feet of a Sensei when I read what you write. And having met you and looked in your eyes, I know that writing is one of your lesser talents, for your are is ever better. Not only are you an artist with Pen and pencil, you’re compassionate yet passionate, honest without hesitation, and you’re the reason I played Everquest as long as I did. I consider it an honor to be in a writing organization with you. If people don’t understand you, it’s because they aren’t reaching highly enough, or deeply enough. You have my prayers for a healing and long future with Starlight. -Peredhil Racouol, Master of the Frying Pans, owner of deep pockets. On the AMUBB, I would eagerly look for your RP posts. I love how you express your sense of humor. -Peredhil Rahash Geldich, You haven’t written much lately, which is a shame, because you’re talented. You’re feedback was thoughtful, insightful, and sparingly given. I hope life frees you to return to us more often. -Peredhil Regel, Hee hee, my Elder at the Pen. * snicker * You really have so much life experience, love, and wisdom to share with us here. Thank you for coming to the Pen. I know you didn’t consider yourself a writer, but you do a really good job. And when you open your heart, as you do, admitting to having a temper but having learned to control it, things like that, you give hope to those of us following you who have flaws as well. Thank you friend. -Peredhil Reverie, You blow my mind. You’re so good at the free-style poetry, braving splashing far from shore when I’m afraid to leave the beach. And your feedback somehow expresses the beauty and structure of the unstructured. I love reading your works because you do what I don’t so well. -Peredhil Rhapsody, Your name fits you well. Your works are a concert of individual posts that weave a theme of overall beauty. Plus you let me rearrange your name in a silly way and didn’t bust me out. Heh. -Peredhil Rune, I miss you, but I’m so proud of you giving up your fears and plunging into a new life. Choosing the hell we know over the terrors of how much worse it can be is such an easy trap. You chose to leap and it looks like you’ve hit the ground running! But most of all, thank you for the Pen. This website you gave me for Christmas, so that I could have a better way to be with my online family, still rates as one of the best Christmas gifts I’ve ever received. -Peredhil Salinye, What public praises can I give you that you haven’t already received elsewhere? You’ve stepped up with energy and creativity to the Guild Leadership and have done your best to organize things. Madame Quixotic has left her lasting impression and your dates with Gyrfalcon are a Romanticist dream. Thank you for your public and private support. -Peredhil Shadow of the Butterfly, Every time I see you Pen name, I think of the pretty butterfly over the woman’s mouth on the cover of the book Silence of the Lambs. This is an eerie mind picture to carry when it is placed in juxtaposition with your writings, which aren’t terrifying at all, but rather always a beneficial read. -Peredhil Signe, Sent you a private PM, but publicly I wish to acknowledge that you shortbread cookies are really good and well-received. I hope your future with Candarius works out as you both want it to go. Thank you for spending the literally hundreds of hours with me in chat when I had to back up all my servers manually. About the 30th hour, it was your conversation which helped me to stay awake through the 40th hours when the weekend backups completed. Oh, and thank you for letting me “borrow” Signe for my Kissing Booth thread. -Peredhil Snypiuer, A Bard of Terra lost and always well worth reading. One thing about the good ones is that they aren’t in fear of losing a reputation but constantly push themselves and risk failure. I think that I respect that about you most; you still post and try new things. Too many people hold onto the glories of the past instead of continuing to grow. Good job. -Peredhil Soaring Icarus, I miss you since you went to college. Remember, you still have a character in my FARS world, so you have to come back and visit at some point! Your poetry has an intellectual zing that leaves me wishing I could see more. Hint hint. -Peredhil Solivaqus (Richard), You really are too too hard on yourself. I’m glad you’re starting to post more again, and doubly glad you’re testing the “good guy” waters. You’re a solid consistent Role-Player with a nice feel for nuance and plot. Besides, I appreciate the talks we’ve had in IRC. -Peredhil Sorciere, Not only I miss you, but many do. I hope you return soon. You had a certain magic sparkle around your writing that encouraged others to dare to try too. -Peredhil Sparhawk, We’ve come a long ways together. Remember to make life say “no” to you, don’t do it to yourself. And don’t be afraid to risk being hurt – it’s the only way to risk being loved. -Peredhil Tamaranis, I’m sure glad that you moved your casket from Archmage to follow us here. You’re good player, but a better writer. I like the way you’ve developed the logic of vampires through your writing, showing instead of describing. -Peredhil Tanuchan, You joined less than a year ago, and are already a member Poet. Like Ayshela, you’re one of those who sees responsibilities and without public fanfare just sets about making life better for everyone. Plus you’re one of the great Real Life heroes, a teacher. You amaze me, warm me with your trust, and were a great date. Believe in yourself! Some of us in life will love you whether you do anything or not, so don’t be afraid to just rest and be appreciated. -Peredhil Tasslehoff AngelXIIX, First of all, thank you for choosing to serve your country militarily. Whether or not the leadership’s policies are right or wrong, it the patriots who give up their freedoms to attempt to keep others free deserve respect from me. That said, I miss your Kender fun, your penguin madness, and your friendship. -Peredhil Tattered, Honey, you always have a place in my heart, if no where else. Thank you for having the bravery enough to post the issues of your life and in doing so find out that you aren’t alone, and need not be ashamed. Remember to breathe while you endure. -Peredhil The Big Pointy One (Mr. Bunny, et al), BPO, it’s pretty amazing when one of your cast of characters around the main one (Mr. Bunny) becomes a Bard of Terra Lost and you don’t. I love your Role Playing, your characters, your support, and your friendship. I guess it would be hard to state it better than the Bard himself. “…” -Peredhil, a member of the Mr. Bunny Fan Club The Portrait of Zool, Brother, you and Ozymandias are the reason I posted on the AM UBB. You are the reason I dared post my writings and poetry, believing in my when no one else did. You are the reason I’m a Bard of Terra Lost. Boy, have YOU got a lot for which to answer! The period when, as fellow Seekers of truth, you and I had time to share writings, hearts, and lives still are a warm memory. If I ever publish William, you’ll be one of the two to whom it is dedicated. You are the Saint I named you on the List. Master of the flush post and one of the most encouraging men I know. -Peredhil Tralla, We’ve lost to you heavy class loads and your constant seeking of perfection. But we’re all waiting for you to come back and finish Gifts of Fear. I’d have to PM you the rest. *GLOMP!* -Peredhil Troubled Sleep, You really should post enough to get yourself promoted. You demonstrate all the characteristics that make up a full Member of the Pen, it’s just a matter of jumping through the hoops. I particularly like your short stories… perhaps a Troubadour? -Peredhil Tyrion, Our Official Non-Member. I don’t think I’m going to get all sloppy and emotional about friendship and love with you, because you are one of the two most rational people I know. That I approve of a heart you’ve won should say it all. -Peredhil Valdar and Astralis, \\\O^O/// Not only are you an amazing writer, to be able to keep up with Zadown, but you were and are a better friend in Everquest than 98% of the Guild to which I belonged. Despite being busy with grouping and monster hunting, you always had time for a quick “hello” if nothing else. In that obsessive game, that turned out to be very rare. I love your ear katas. -Peredhil Vanessa, From the Crossing to your Journal, you have given me many enjoyable reads. Oh, and your poems are too rarely posted. Your eagerness to meet other Pennites when you signed up for the Writing Exchange was wonderfully refreshing. Don’t lose your joy in people or life. And thank you for forcing Richard to post. -Peredhil Venefyxatu, A page in, what?, two months? The snow in the Courtyard was great fun, and you’re participation in all the Carnival events has been well done. You work well with others – I see a deep background in good Fantasy Role Playing Games in Real Life leaking through. I’m looking forward to seeing where you are, Pen-wise, in a year. -Peredhil Vincent Silver, Your spelling is still terrible, but your works are so well done that they shine through that anyway. Dude, use a spell checker after you write your inspirations and you’ll silence any possible criticism except suggestions on how to grow. * hugs* -Peredhil Vlad, Another of my vampiric friends. I hope you don’t mind too much, but I stole you for my FARS world under a different name. I only steal from the best, so I’ll let that speak for itself. -Peredhil Wrenwind, PMed, but thank you for the time, support, and sipping tea patiently while I bounced off walls. -Peredhil Wyvern, It seems shocking to me that you’ve been here long enough to graduate already. I’ll always treasure the look on your face when I first met you on the Metro and gave you a big hug – I’d warned you! Your energy, your creativity, your Role Playing skills, all these have been mentioned over and over elsewhere. What seems to be missed is that you have a passionate soul and a gentle heart, and make a really really good friend. -Peredhil X-Sabre, I refuse to give up on you, even when you give up on yourself. Give up bitterness and defeat, and embrace whatever in life you can. It’s better to feel fully than to hide talents like yours. -Peredhil Xaious, Master of time and steel-toed boots. You’ve had endless energy and have shown a lot of growth since you first showed up. You’re maturing into quite the Role-Player. A pleasure to read. I imagine I’ll be bidding against you as one of the competition for Ayshela on the Bachelorette auction. -Peredhil Xradion, I wish you’d come back. Your writing was so well crafted. Miss you. -Peredhil Yui-chan, Writer, Artist, Poet, Officer, Organizer, the list just goes on and on. The world of Two-skies attracted some of the best writers around, and helped them grow like no where else, and was so good that at one point we considered merging. Without you, I’m not sure the Pen would be what it is today; I know that Darkness Rising, which I consider to be my best co-written piece, wouldn’t have been completed. When others falter and grow exhausted, it’s you and Wyvern who carry us all until we recover. Congratulations on life with Aegon, may your dreams come true. Zadown, The first Bard of the Pen ever. Your writing doesn’t fit in any scale I have. Like Tolkein or Tolstoy, it just is, incomparable. I wish I could write like you, see through the eyes of your creativity. Thank you for the times you’ve given me the honor of seeing your works before others. But most of all, as moody and changeable as you rate yourself, thank you for being my constant friend. -Peredhil Zariah, You give the best gifts. The best gift you’ve given was bringing my son’s heart back to life. Thank you. Call me Dad. -Peredhil

Happy birthday M'lady Madoka! *hugs*

I don't want To be better than nothing in your eyes. To be the idiot across the table. To have you feel trapped by the budget. To be condemned because I have friends. To be disrespectful. To have an adversary. To have to watch and weigh my every word. To burden you with gratitude. I want To be forgiven. To have truth. To have easy conversations. To agree on major issues. To have a partner. To be accepted. To be appreciated. I want to be wanted freely.

Lady Madoka, You told me once you started writing to improve your command of English. I’d say you not only improved, but mastered it. You definitely live as a daughter of Samurai. I hope you can visit us with your presence occasionally. -Peredhil Melba, You make great food, don’t let Wyvern tell you differently. You’re a wonderful Almost Secretary, and have a big heart, in proportion to the rest of you. Just more of you to love. I hope you get Brutesy someday. -Peredhil Merelas, You’ve come such a long way. Even as Balladore, you showed great skills as a writer. Now you’ve grow as a person to the point you’ve opinions without being strident, and confidence without being arrogant. I’m glad to see you up in the voting membership. -Peredhil Mira, You’re one of the truest poets I know. I’m really glad you came here, and even more glad you stayed. You don't nearly get the responses and feedback you earn and deserve, but maybe you leave others speechless besides me. -Peredhil Mynx, One of the Trio of RP! You bring out the best not only in Cat’ and Gryph’, but have provoked the rest of us into writing not only more, but better. Thank you for coming to the Pen. -Peredhil Nyyark, I love you as a son. But not only that, the subtleties of your thinking and creativity leave me wordless, often. I wish you had time and energy to write down and develop more of your identities. -Peredhil Orlan, You are indeed the Man. In and out of character, I think I have more respect for you than even you have for yourself – and you’re one of the most rational people I know. Thank you so very very much for all the support you give to the Pen, behind the scenes. You were guaranteed an Elder spot when we started in perpetuity, but you’ve shown repeatedly why you are Elder of Bards. Minta’s bedtime story is still one of my all time favorites. -Peredhil Ozymandias, Loremaster and friend. You’re far better in Real Life than online. Most people, like me, talk Christianity more than living it. You live it. You’re an amazing man of convictions – and a darned good writer too! -Peredhil Parmenion, You’ve the gift of speech and writing and the will to develop it. You’ve managed to reach past your anger and bring forth award winning sensitivity. Plus you write a great record of travels. Next time you travel, come see me! -Peredhil Psimon, Hey, both of y’all and Bob the Golem need to come back! -Peredhil Purple Shadows, Hon’, you need to get that Quill Quest out of the way so we can promote you! You have a range of talents, but more importantly, you have the heart to reach out and support others in their growth too. -Peredhil

Sure t'ing. Guido grinned widely and started packing food into his steamer trunk sized backpack.

'Advice Is What We Ask For When We Already Know The Answer But Wish We Didnt' Erica Jong

*hugs*

*hugs Vigil* Wow. that's rough!

Push it in and pull it through Then loop it round about. Once the threadings done and tied I'll sew you up no doubt.

As awareness beyond awareness came into her eyes, Peredhil sat bemused at the results of the kiss. He was used to multiple levels of awareness and exclusion, but if was passing rare to find it in someone else. At her comment, he recalled himself to his duties as a host. "Oh! I'm sorry! It felt right at the time. Ummm. Here you go." He pulled his love and spirit for the brave woman waiting back into himself, where he usually hid such powerful feelings lest they overwhelm others. He made sure it was a slow fade, to ensure she wasn't overwhelmed by the sudden return of the Pen's Entities. It wasn't until after he'd hugged her and escorted her to the opening beside the counter he realized that she was clothed only in her magnificent hair. He shook his head as he realized once again he really needed to start looking at the OUTSIDES of people, as well as the insides. After all, he didn't want to tarnish her reputation with anything that might seem inappropriate.

Lady Celes Crusader, Mon ami, I have nothing but respect for you. Your courageous battle to keep the Pen multicultural and your championship of ensuring that other languages have their own place would be enough. But you also stepped up into the difficulty of Guild Leadership when they were new and young. And you’ve consistently and actively supported all the Pen in Role Playing, commentary, and your Café. Thank you. -Peredhil Loki Wyrd, You’ve a fresh voice and one that should be heard more. Sometimes your poetry is dark and brooding, and at other times enough to stir the heart, but it is always worth reading. -Peredhil Lumpenproletariat, James, from Warleader of the Pen, to LoreMaster, to Elder, to IRC buddy, you’ve always been there for us. You were one of the first to take a stance on what you believed to the point of stepping down completely from the Tower- something that whether others agreed or not, caused us all to stop, think, and reconsider. Not enough people put integrity over power in life, however you are an example of just that. -Peredhil

This is marvelous. I took the liberty of changing "through" to "threw", I hope you don't mind. *hugs* P

Really well done. Although I get all protective of her and angry at him for being a dog. Amazing how you captured such tension and built toward the resolution in so few lines. It's poems like this that make me love poetry. (ps. I'm taking the liberty of applying this to your "weenie award" as a buy off. If you want, you can put "non-weenie" or something in the subtopic to be official and all that.) Like Rev' said, welcome back.

Peredhil carefully tucked one of the crow feathers above his ear, right below the silver on his temple. He'd had crow black hair for a long long time, but eventually even Elves age. Abruptly, he looked up, feeling distress unusual in the Pen. Tzimfemme! Of all the Quincunx the boldest in speech, yet no less mystical for that. Leaping lightly over the counter before she could blunder into it, he heard her broken pleas, a call for help he'd never heard pass her lips before. Ignoring the crimson blood-stained lips, the highly dialated eyes, he tenderly caught her up in his arms, cradling her head against his shoulder. She was much lighter than he'd thought she'd be; he always forgot that vampiric trait. Taking her back into the curtained booth, he rocked her gently, smoothing her hair and rubbing her back, while he opened himself to impressions from her fevered mind. A wild kalidescope of impressions and patterns, whirling geometrical patterns which graphically represent the language of math that explains realities, overlaid and overburdened with flashing spirts and pulsating powers. Lowering one's defenses in the Pen opened one to blinding degrees of power in all wave-lengths. He didn't know the source of her anguish, but the mathmatical nature of the probability suggested the engimatic Rosemary hovering in the background like a shadowy cape. Slightly nonplussed, he allowed his spirit to flare up around them, momentarily showing himself as the Elf Lord he once was, guarding them in a tiny twist of reality that was just the two of them within the shield of his pure love for her. A shield carefully not touching her, for he didn't know how a vampiress would react to the rainbow spectrum of affection, love, respect, and fierce protectiveness he felt toward one of his oldest friends in this Plane. Safe for a moment, he wiped the blood from her mouth with a gentle hand, then pricked his finger on one of her fangs, letting exactly forty-nine drops of his blood drop through her parted lips. Hiding her head against his shoulder, he hugged her gently to himself and waited, hopefully, to see if this might help.

Peredhil blinked again. He'd really thought that he'd end up paying the Ladies for kisses, not the other way around. "Thank you!" He called after Wren, when he recovered his wits. He'd always thought that Elladan took after him in somethings, but he'd never thought of himself as a great kisser like Dan'. Or maybe she meant Elrohir, but he was a ranger(, although not a Dunadan). His bride was his bow, his love was chivalry. Actually, Elrond often wished he were a bit more like his sons.

Nuncio was still wiping ice and snow from his face and suit, laughing, and trying to catch his breath. Guido had finally caught up with him and paid him back for the snowball. And abandoning him in the Kissing Booth. Even though he had a snow wedgie, it was still worth it. He didn't slip one over on his brother very often. Together they searched for a suitable tree. Watching their breath mist in the air and trying unsuccessfully to make "smoke rings", they rested Under the Oak Tree. After they caught their breaths, they looked at each other, stricken with the same thought. The Oak Tree! By morning, the Oak Tree was covered with Dancing Lights, and Shiny ornaments. Small wicker baskets held candles which gleamed brightly through the loose weaves, dancing as the branches moved, carefully magicked not to start fires. Enormous loops of threaded popcorn circled the tree round and round, up and down, interspersed with candied clumps of various seeds shaped into balls. As the dawn peeped into the Courtyard, birds began feeding on the various seeds scattered on the snows around the Oak Tree. Nuncio and Guido were bellowing songs as they headed back to their Room to get some rest, and to find things to give away. They figured they'd wait until the Boss was done with the Kissing Booth, so he could participate as well.

Muttering grumpily about lucky shots and interrupting perfectly good challenges, and no respect for elders, Kasmandre winds up a mighty arm and flings a snowball back at Katzaniel. Or that was his intent. The snowball looped a wide arch high through the air as Kasmandre gaped at it. "That wasn't how it was supposed to work..." The snowball continued on its inevitable path until it intersected with a certain Elf walking away from a Kissing Booth. Pow! the snowball exploded on the front of Elrohir's chest. Kasmandre winced in momentary sympathy - and then shouted, "Hey Son, YOU'RE IT!" Leaning over the wall, he shouted down at Katzaniel, "Did you see that throw! Be glad such awesome power weren't aimed at you, yonker!" He jerked back just in time for Katzaniel's snowball to miss him, and was still laughing and jeering at her when Elrohir ball splatted on the wall below him. Ducking safely out of sight, he momentarily nodded off for a quick nap.

Jade, A mysterious and precious name for a mystical writer. I know you’re still an Initiate, but sometimes it’s hard to remember that, because you fit the Pen so well. -Peredhil Jakob, Wow, From Real Life to Legion to Pen, your competence and effectiveness at doing whatever you turn your hand simply amazes me. I respected your writing when I first “met” you on Archmage, I respect you now that I know more of you as a person. *hugs * -Peredhil Jareena Faye, You kinda got off to a rocky start because you have so much passion and fire and we’re a pretty mellow place. But that’s all to the good, because once you were told how we do things here, you showed your heart to us, and we found that fire can warm as well as flame. Hold onto your convictions Honey. -Peredhil Jechum, It seems like you’ve always been a part of my life, you fit so well; It’s hard to believe it has only been 15 years. When I consider the sacrifices of time, and love you’ve so consistently given to me over the years it humbles me. Your zest for life is zany and crazy, and yet your heart is so golden. You can be obnoxious, abrasive, and so outrageously flirty that even I blush – and yet you quietly counsel with wisdom greater than Elrond when the chips are down. Obviously, I’m at a loss for words (for once, eh?), so I’ll just sum it up. You still haven’t figured out all my FARS world yet. Hah! Peredhil’s world, get a thrill! Joat, Hmmm, this reminds me, your birthday is coming up soon. Since it’s the same day of the year as my Dad’s I can actually remember that. Sorry, refocus. Reading your posts on the Archmage UBB inspired me to let Zool beat me into being a Bard. Talking to you quietly in IRC showed me depths far beyond silly games. -Peredhil Jonathon Wolfe, You write poetry with a depth yet clarity I want to emulate. But what really gets me is the heart in your feedback, and how you manage to affirm while making really meaningful suggestions on how to help. -Peredhil Judicator, I miss you. I still am waiting for you to find the time to finish your writing project of presenting that battle from different points of view. The first one still gives me visuals when I reread it. -Peredhil Justin Silverblade, You’re another one who doesn’t know how good he is, how much he’s grown, and needs to post more. -Peredhil Kasmandre, I love how you RP your Avatar. But what really shines is the way you so subtly support others here. It is noticed, by me if by no one else. -Peredhil Katzaniel, Tiger Lady, Guild Leader, Writer, Poet, Role Player, Free Spirit, Tender-heart, and a positive person who gives so much more than she receives here – and gives anyway. I’m glad you found your way home here to the Pen. Like Ayshela, you’re definitely not appreciated nearly enough. -Peredhil Knight, I’m so proud of you. You’ve grown from a God-Moding too-proud touchy Role Player into a sensitive yet strong man. It shows just how much you’ve matured that you can celebrate others strengths and victories, without feeling diminished yourself, or losing your sense of humor. Plus, it’s amazing to find someone else who constantly strives to live the Army values, not just quote them. -Peredhil Kokuryuu Flameshifter, Hey lady, where have you gone? You are a bright spirit of flame and fun. I think that if you were a dragon, like in the Dragonlance novels, you’d be a heroine. -Peredhil

I like the effective use of formatting. The double spacing gives me a sense of the endurance of climbing the mountain. This evokes memories of diverse things such as Lloyd Alexander and Final Fantasy - which is an odd mixture but fun. Welcome back - it's nice to see you post.

Peredhil stood blinking in surprise with his hands to his cheeks. He really didn't think anyone would want to kiss him. He really didn't do too much that anyone else didn't do around the Pen, he was just more noticeable about it because he talked so much. In fact, he was kind of grateful that they put up with him constantly giving advice and talking their ears off. Really, he felt like everyone's Uncle, the odd one who was tolerated with amusement. He stood blinking in surprise and wonder and began seriously thinking about keeping some of his Geld to bid at the Bachelorette auction, instead of giving it all to his Bodyguards and Sons.

Peredhil carefully takes notes on each Pen Lady and frowns at his Geld voucher. He'll have to get that updated. After all, His Bodyguards and Sons were going to borrow the Geld he himself didn't spend on bidding to place their own bids... OoC: Ladies, if any of you WOULDN'T want to write a date with either myself or Guido, Nuncio, Elladan, or Elrohir - PM me! I seem to have a lot of Geld and everyone of you look like winners to me. Of course (winks at Zariah), if one of you is hoping for a date with that Certain Guy, they'll have to start earning Geld to top my bids...

*nods and, ignoring the words and fist, hugs the man behind them again.* Yeah, I figured. But they're good questions anyway. And since when has defining an issue ever solved it? I know many of my problems and am still working on them. But it's a Good Thing to be able to question yourself and share the questions. You'd be amazed (or maybe not) at how many questions people can take and apply to themselves in their hearts. Thank you for posting this.

Peredhil ambled toward his Kissing Booth, happy to see that Elrohir seemed to be enjoying himself. He was afraid his shy son would have been bored - he always seemed to communicate better with a weapon and a Cause. Sliding behind the counter, he gave Elrohir a hug. "Thanks! You don't have to go help Elladan. I've given him full control of my Reincarnation Armies. Someone drove the Mr. Bunny to kill himself." Elrohir flinched. Elladan given complete free rein with Elrond's blessings?! It was a Plane based on war, but still! "I'll make sure I avoid it then. You did tell him not to kill any allies, right?" Peredhil frowned for a moment, then cleared. "No, but I'm sure he knows not to do that. We went over the Decalouge together." He made a dismissing gesture. "Well, since I'm only going to be here until Christmas is over, I should take my place and see if anyone has pity on an Old Elf." His son looked at his father and started laughing as he thought of HIS "boring bench-warming" stint. "I'm sure that you'll find something to keep yourself amused." His Dad was still staring after him as he walked away laughing. OoC: I was just gonna have Peredhil in the booth on Christmas day, but I've been informed much to my surprise that someone actually might want to kiss him, so under duress I'm gonna keep him in there until January 1st. Umm. You don't have to kiss him if you don't want to do so, you know.l