It should roar whenever you lift the lid. Alternatively, have a wee flamethrowing episode when you flush.

Maybe the idea is that dragons squat on gold hordes thus putting that on your "throne" turns shit into gold? Would be hell on the plumbing.

"Today’s Gothicists decorate the “littlest room” with wings, scales, and talons!"??

I just want to know who are calling themselves "Gothicists", because I need to stage an intervention.

I want to know who calls the bathroom the "littlest room."

I just want to know who are calling themselves "Gothicists", because I need to stage an intervention.

The word "Gothicists" is cracking. me. up. Hee!! I'm a Gothicist!

If someone who studies physics is a physicist, does that mean a gothicist is one who studies goths?

Endearments: I use them a lot. I try not to at work, but I call just about everyone I know "sweetie", "pumpkin", "darling", "my dove", or other random terms of endearment at one point or another.

The previous Queen Elizabeth at JZ's Ren Faire used to greet all the children with a very cheery, "Hello, poppets!" which was charming.

I encourage Jilli to add "poppet" to her repetoire of endearments, particularly as an affectionate diminuative.

I think the use of "littlest room" is a misremembering of a famous wisecrack by an author to a critic.

"I sit in the smallest room in the house. Your review is before me, but will soon be behind me."

Okay, this is ridiculous. I have so little work to do today. Really, so very little. Two hours' worth at most, with possibly another hour coming in near the end of the day or tomorrow morning, and nothing else to occupy myself until quitting time on Friday. And yet, I am completely unable to buckle down and make myself finish it. I could go away for two hours, finish up, and come back here and slack for the rest of the day entirely guilt-free, but instead I'm on a steady rotation of 5 minutes of work, 55 minutes of slacking, and a continuous infusion of work-slacky guilt.

Quick, someone, give me a Stern Glare or a Dire Threat, please!

I love poppet. I tend to give people specific nicknames--like lambchop or babycakes or whatever and call them that all the time. I will also give strangers specific nicknames, like saying "Thank you, Nice Tall Man" to a guy who let me ahead of him in line or something.

Many scents are migraine triggers, but some are just fine. I wear Origins Ginger Essence, which is citrus-y but not sweet and very yummy.

I never did. I don't think I used any endearments regularly until recently.

I picked up the habit working in restaurants and bars, where it's extremely common. (Among staff, I mean, not to customers, though I guess that's true some places.)