Not great, but not horrible other. Just okay. I exist. That's pretty much it at the moment. My mind is busy turning over manure in my head, and I'm trying to figure out what to write in jihad stories. I'm also trying to figure out what I'm going to do on the mud.
I found out the behavior that was so aggrivating was...his way of apologizing. Goddamn, IRC sucks.
"And lo...a long time ago a gigantic thing came hurtling out of the sky and planted itself firmly in the middle of the village, destroying all the villagers who dared be at that spot, as if the god of destruction had planted his sword at that very spot to prove the power of his Word. It has to this day become the Shrine to Destruction, and it is rumored that somewhere else is a Shrine to Creation. The search doth continue, but we grow weary, it cannot be true that Destruction outweighs Creation...but we can find no grandeur of Creation to match this agony of Destruction."
...there is something in there that is fundamentally missed. But it's an idea, and I had to get it down before I forgot it...
anyway, I should go to bed now. G'night Ari, thanks for talking to me tonight. Night Shad, thanks for the CD! Night Cal, thanks for being you. Night everybody else, in and out of the LJ world.