Peredhil

What a wonderful idea!

Peredhil ,in a rush as always of late, comes speeding through the door pushing a giant Almost Dragonic Brand cake. As he wheels through the door, he looses control of the handle. People dive right and left as they leap from the path of the candle-flaming cake, which procedes to slam into the wall. True to brand-name form, the cake has a surprise - it explodes, releasing 26 VERY irate pigdeons who peck everyone before flying out the window. Looking around at the frosting covered room's frosting covered inhabitants, Peredhil grimly holds onto his manners and Politely shouts, Happy Birthday!

I like the Excel Saga myself. I've been meaning to see Cowboy Bebop (we have the DVD in the house, just no time). There was one about a robot girl(?) Noku Noku I think, that I really like as well.

Hugs WMAO is something I understand. (W==work) You'll find acceptence, understanding, and support here, and when you return, open arms and hugs. I think of the Christian Morgenstern quote when I think of the Pen. "Home is not where you live, but where they understand you." —Christian Morgenstern

Yay! Hi Doc'! PM me with details of how the Evil family are doing. We've missed you here at the Pen. By the way Zoolio - wonderful post.

I love this. But really, you give me too much credit to mention me at all. It's that Gaelic gift and language love you have that is to blame.

Guido whispered to the Door into the Recruiting Office and then listened. After looking up and down the corridor, he whispered again, and as the Door opened without its usual creaking, he creep stealthly through. "If youse would kin'a jam youse self if Wyve' or Melba comes along, I'd 'preciate it." "Creak." "Naw, Da Boss doan know a t'ing 'bout dis." "Squeak!" Guido joined softly with Door's laughter and moved into the Waiting Room. "Hi ya Toots! Long time no seein ya." Aurora smiled at seeing the Giant Guinea Pig Bodyguard to the Polite Bard of Terra Lost. "Ize here fer a Practical Joke." As she watched, he opened a bag and his large paw deftly dipped out and assembled a stack of golden coins onto Wyvern's desk. Turning, he caught an immaculate arched eyebrow and gave a toothy grin in response. "Deys chocolate-filled. AoA chocolate. I swiped dem when Da Boss was an eart'-bounded Angel one reset. I figures eidher Wyvie gonna see dem and t'ink dey're real, or Tzimmy gonna smell da chocolate." He gave her a hug. "Dis way, youse gots somet'ing to do while waitin' on da lizard." With a wink of his large brown eye, he crept from the Office, whisking lightly through the Door and was gone.

I'll take just a moment to note (A purely parental sort of vote) - That when a child is learning to walk (Or even when that babe is babbling "talk"), That persistent failure is met with a frown (But it's hard to keep a good child down). The past is dead and future choice's soil, On toward the future the adult will toil, Putting off the failures of the past. (Although learning the lessons pretty fast!) Always look forward to what you can do Persistence and endurance will get you through. Of course, if at first or second you don't succeed... Failure may just be your style. (Seriously, it's okay to fall and fail and stumble As long as you get up and try again) Hugs Peredhil

neat. Never thought of cards as a metaphor for a relationship, but I like this.

Aurora! Wow it's been a while! You look great. Hugs Please do drop by. If you're hesitant to post your own things, you can always post a reply. Feedback is the pearl which validates the post, and for starving creatives it's what they need the most. I'm doing fine, too too busy, but always hopeful that will ease up. I actually made it onto IRC a couple of times in the last few weeks - first time, I think, in over a year. A sign of hope? Miss you and all the gang. Another hug and - poof - gone to work.

44 physically, about 2008 spiritually, varies mentally from teen to early twenties all the way up to Gyrfalcon's cynical millenial (which I try to avoid but there it is all too easily), working on being young at heart when I grow up. And, yes Starlight, when I look at the others here, I marvel. I'm trying to work on comparing myself to the others when I need humility, and comparing myself to my early efforts when I need reassurance. hugs all

Wow! Thank you Wren for bouncing this - I'd missed it. Hugs Parmenion. How could I ever be upset at someone for trying to help another? Very well done in my opinion - but if I'm the 'he' I think you over-state my role. Tattered is the hero in this sketch - she's the one who chooses to live the life, endure the low times, and overcome. -P

compelling imagery.

Hi Black! I remember you. Welcome! The FAQ has all sorts of maps for the weary wanderer. In brief, casual chat things go in the Cabaret, short stories in the Assembly Room, poetry in the Banquet Hall, Role Playing (RP) in the Conservatory, and applications to join in the Recruiter's Office. (Duh, right? ) I'll move this post for you, 'cause it's the Polite thing to do to help out. And while you wait on your Muse, feel free to Politely comment on other's works. Often, when they've overcome the fear of posting, such gentle feedback makes all the difference in whether they post again - if it is something like, "Hey I read this and like this part" or "I could relate to that part". Hugs Peredhil

Pounces Tanny and cuddles her as he casually walks toward Reincarnation with her Since the whole focus is to have fun and write clever War Arrows, it shouldn't be a problem being ignorant. Have to make mistakes to learn and this is a great way to make a mistake. Anyway, you'll have our support. If I get time, and you have access to IRC, I'll take you on a tour of chatrooms and introduce you to some of the wonderful people who'll also be playing. Just remember - it's a war game, so don't take attacks or "talking smack" seriously - just coordinate with us and attack back! Consider it obsessive-compulsive stress release. Disappears through the Portal with her, as his voice trails after in the now empty chamber, "Have you met Elladan? He's the General of my Army in charge of Attacks..."

I, for one, would like to take a moment to applaud Lady Celes Crusader for all the hard work she's done in not only keeping this area alive, but continuously seeking to improve it, and make a more welcoming place. The Pen is truly an international site - I'd not like to see people afraid to express the beauties of their own languages because the majority of membership speaks English. Kisses Lady Celes on either cheek and hugs her. Well done, M'lady, well done.

Gentle hugs and a kiss on the brow

Yay! Hugs his old friend Of course I remember you! Welcome to the Pen! Before I read the poem, having read your intro: 1) Wow that reminds me of the insecurity and pains I put myself through in High School, before I was a suave and debonair Half-Elf. 2) Don't every hesitate to post here. If someone flames you, they tend to end up stir-fried. We'd rather help you to grow than prove our egos by tearing you up. 3) Poetry is the music of the heart. If it is your heart, it is poetry. All the rest becomes practice, grammar, spelling, and technique in sharing what you felt. Now to the poem. Yipes. Flashbacks again. You know, that encapsulates the racing feeling and glow of the moment very well, in my senile opinion. Have you ever considered a Haiku? You do very well in sketching a picture with just a few lines. -Peredhil

I don't see it as silly at all... And Rev' BOY do I relate to your #1...

In the last 48 hours, Moody Blues, Heart, Beatles, Alanis, Madonna, Justin Hayward, John Lennon (Happy birthday John), techno-remix of Mario Music, R. Kelly, Samantha Fox, Van Halen (with Roth), Heavy Metal soundtrack, Grosse Point Blank soundtrack, Al Yankovich.

Elladan *danced* into the room, causing his brother and Nuncio to gape in amazement. Guido merely hid under the bed. What is up with you?! asked Elrohir wonderingly. Dad is revisiting an Archmage place occasionally - but *I* get to be the General of his Armies, in charge of Counter-attacking! As he Danced out of the room again, Guido peeked out from under the bed. Wow youse guys, didya hear dat? Da Polite Bard's gonna go back to war! Elrohir and Nuncio just looked at each other and shoot their heads. Elrohir stood up and adjusted his sword before looking down at the eager Guinea Pig before replying. No, not war. He must be following friends to protect them. THAT is the message of his choice of Generals. He strode out after his twin.

Marvelous.

*hug-snuggles* Heh, I learned the giving-gift-on-birthday thing from the Hobbits...

Oooh. I know that "ugly" look. Before Zool browbeat me into posting at AM, I used to try to write what I "saw" in my head, and would either delete (if on a computer) or burn (if on paper) because it was so horribly inadequate. I never thought anyone would like them at all. Come to find out... (Muahahaha!) THEY didn't know what I was seeing, they only got to see the distorted poor reflections which were transcribed, and some people liked them. I do know that the more I write, the more I can write. Sometimes for me, it's like priming an old pump - have to let the "bad writing" flow to get it out of the system before the good pure writing appears. Persistent Peredhil's Polite two-cents.

Yes yes yes! Write more! I've never understood insecurity in presenting one's own works at the Pen... NOT! Heh, I think there are only about five people here who unhesitantly think they're good writers if asked. I know I'm not one. (Which actually *is* true. I'm more of a Polite guy instead of a good writer. ) *hugs* Thanks for posting this! I'd wanted to read it again, but I'd said I wouldn't go back to the Legion site when I left (yo-yo departures cause too much strife and despite implementations, I did believe in much of what the Legion stood for. Hard to be disappointed if you haven't dreamed.) -Peredhil