channonyarrow: Yeah, I always think "Ooh! That needs a metaquote!" And then no one does it, because none of them read metaquotes. It makes me sad, and then I wonder why I put the effort into LJ if I don't get my fifteen pixels of fame, and THEN I start drinking again, and THEN I wake up naked in a ritzy part of town, wondering why there's a goat there.
eimran: 'S 'cause so many people have an LJ... FRANK SEES ALL.
channonyarrow: ...and then eats your toes? I think I'm going with this vision of "Frank's Angels," who are scantily-clad nanny goats who fight crime and save LJers from foolish, foolish things. They don't know what Frank looks like, but they know his bleat.
eimran: His saucy, saucy bleat. Though, Frank's Angels aren't doing such a good job. Then again, perhaps they need to keep LJers doing foolish, foolish things. After all, without foolishness or drama, what the fuck would we all write about?