June 11th, 2006

  • gwalla

In dreams

From fadethecat
A more coherent dream than usual, last night. Batman had moved into a nice little suburban house in the northwest, and moved the essential functions of his Batcave into a sunny office room in the house. Lots of high windows with white curtains and dark blue carpet: very pretty. The problem was people kept finding out he was Batman, and had to be recruited to keep them from telling.

So he started with two assistants--me and someone else--but by halfway through the dream he was running out of room in the Batcave, and all his new helpers kept accidentally spouting information or wearing costumes while answering the door for the UPS guy or whatnot, which meant the numbers kept growing. Two of them were doing a song-and-dance number with Batman-themed mops when the new janitor hired to keep up with the mess of some dozen people in the house came to the door: he took a picture, they tackled him, by the next day there was a new member.
More here. Featuring rabbit-walking.
Milk Chan
  • jaie

viciousberries decides to study. No really.

ONE two three four
We'll show you what the web is for
FIVE six seven eight
This is how I procrastinate
ONE two three four
Maybe I should study more
FIVE six seven eight
Instead of staying up so late
ONE two three four
I am such an lj-h0r
FIVE six seven eight
Studying will have to wait.


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SciFi, amused, mischievous, silly
  • cmzero

ursulav ponders what her personal hell would be like:

Hell's printer is huge and dribbles black ink on everything, like an incontinent mechanical ogre. Every sheet of paper is your last, and the printer cartridges are always on their last gasp. The stray hairs that get into any printer and made little ink flecks are, in hell, twice as numerous, and carried by leperous rats with the faces of debauched bishops, who dash between the carriages and rub their bodies ecstatically against the printer heads, leaving hairy clots of ink behind.

Really, you should just read the whole thing. However, momentrabbit was not satisfied letting that stand on its own, and queried:

So, essentially, you will be a servant of the Prints of Darkness?