Buffistas: Welcome to the Crazy Farm.
Good crop this year, what with the rains of lunacy and that madness front coming in from Newdelusionalland.
Look at them ears of schizophrenia! Never will you find sweeter compulsions to do outrageous things prodded by voices nobody else can hear, not outside a hydroponics facility at least. Look at the size of those headcases of lettuce! And check the size of them outofyourgourds! Mmm mmmm...gonna be a wonderful Hallucinationwe'en! I can't wait to see the horrific faces of pure internal terror and personal demons the kiddies carve on them!
Life on the Crazy Farm...it's an idyll of insanity, you betcha!
MM, have you been visiting my brain again?
MM, have you been visiting my brain again?
No, I sent the experts...Hotels.com!
Oh, and to P-C as well.
Aw. I was looking at Scola's pictures last night and remembering our short conversation. She's cute and nice; I approve! The warm hello is returned.
I'm still hoping that Bibbidy Bobbidy Boo and the wardrobe might work.
So, would standing in front of one of the wardrobes, holding Clovis in one hand, a wand topped with a sparkly star in the other, saying Bibbidy Bobbidy Boo be crazy-charming, or crazy-oh-look-she's-finally-snapped?
I'm telling you people: Floogledy boogledy boo.
RIDDLE BROOM DAVIT!
I'm fairly sure that sends you to New Zealand. Or possibly Wales.
I'm fairly sure that sends you to New Zealand. Or possibly Wales.
Or BROKEBACK HIGHLAND
"I wish I could quit ewe!"
And to think you gave ME an odd look when I confessed to being your internet stalker. Geeesh.
Well, but only because why would
I
merit a stalker of my own? Not so much because of the implicit crazed fangirlishness of being such a stalker. But - I'm just, you know, me. Now with added sequins, granted, but still - just me. So it boggles my mind a bit to have a stalker of my own, even in jest. But you made a very patient and charming stalker, fwiw!
But Jilli is
already an animated character in her own right.
In two incarnations that I can call to mind. And...well, she's
Jilli,
darn it all. Of course one should put her on a nice wee glittery onyx pedastal decorated with ornamental bats and artificial cobwebs (sans actual arachnids, obviously). Because she's JILLI. And the marvellous thing about Jilli (is Jillis are marvellous things...no, hang on...) is that the panache with which she presents her perkygoth self to the world is arguably the
least
interesting and splendid thing about her.
Totally agree about the not-being-close enough thing, and I'm not somewhere that makes people go "Ooh, how adventurous!" either.
