Oh the Angst!

Shoes. Shoe insoles, I tell you, it's the end; the damn thing wouldn't lie flat in the bottom of my shoe, it was all crumpled and everything - wobbly I tell you distinctly wobbly. It took me three goes to put my shoe on this morning, three how could anyone cope with that? Plus I swear I heard it muttering about me in my sleep last night, plotting with my socks - who also hate me - plotting to make my foot really uncomfortable and itchy all day long, it's beyond description, terrible and evil I tell you! Shoes! Shoes are brought to the world to make my life hell and insoles will be baiting me with pitchforks in the afterlife.
Ahem.
Weekend results now in; L(A)RP is definately beginning to bore me, apart from the big moshes. I have a new frock coat (one good outcome of the myriad of pirates at The Gathering) and life is basically not too bad at all really.
Even if I caught my insoles passing a note to the carpet to plot to trip me over later, swines. I'll get them, and their little dog-end too.
This weeks moods will be sponsored by geometry, hence mathematical symbols and formulae will be used to describe them all, as much as I can be bothered.

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( Cocktail quiz )

It's all in the mind.

Think of an animal, any animal.
Now multiply by three, this is your special animal quotent index. Write this down on a piece of paper in a shape and colour of your own choosing.
Next, create a paper airplane using this piece of paper making no more folds on it than there are letters in the name of the animal.
Stand well back from any obstructions and throw your airplane from a level position at shoulder height parallel to the ground. Do not pick it up.
Measure in paces how far this plane has travelled, remember this number and find a pack of cards and cut the deck this number of times, remove the top card after this. If it is a picture card take the first letter of the card name, otherwise take the letter of the number of the card (Three = T) instead.
This is your secret letter, but note the number of letters too for future work. This letter guides your destiny through all things, not only that it determines how many slices of cake you will get at your next birthday party.
Next, put on your favourite shoes or boots, or if feeling awkward remain barefooted.
Return to your paper plane and stomp it repeatedly until you are satisfied it is flat, count the number of times this takes. This number is your destruction index, this indicates on an open scale how many painful things you would like to do to your worst enemy. An index of zero means you cannot make paper planes.
Finally pick up a stopwatch and time removing your shoes. Note the amount of time in seconds. Multiply this time by the number of letters your noted earlier and subtract your destruction index, this indicates the amount of time in years you have left on this planet.

Squish Squash!

Squash, couldn't live without it. Well, I could - but water would get terribly boring.

( Poll hidden behind here )

Confessions no. 2

I am Robin, and I'm addicted to buying frock coats.