April 6th, 2004
Well I've been right busy with all this terrorism nonsense.
I miss the old days. Give me my sword and my horse and some heads to smash and I was a happy lass.
But nooooo, they have to go all technological and 'strategy'.
Strategy used to be making sure it wasn't too foggy before you set off in the morning. The height of sophistication and technology was when they invented the chariot.
I think my time peaked somewhere in the Middle Ages.
Though I must admit that when I *ahem* acquired my steel horse I was pleased as punch. A vast improvement over the four legs and smells of the old model.
Current Mood: nostalgic
Current Music: Apoptygma Berzerk - Burning Heretics
March 30th, 2004
|adam_young||11:12 am - Cor.|
I fink that was the longest I've ever spent in detention. All that, jus' for that fing I did with the headmasters bisickle an' the prawns.
Where did ev'ryone go?
December 18th, 2003
It's nice to know all the effort I put into this year's round of influenza is paying off, at least.
September 29th, 2003
|otherwhiterider||08:56 pm - right; this is getting old.|
The silence, I mean. Everyone's given up again, I take it? (Except for Famine, who hasn't shown up since February or so. Where'd he get to, anyway?)
I've not had much of value to report myself, but things are starting to look bad again. So, I may as well make the most of this thing, yes?
Current Mood: miffed
August 13th, 2003
Well, I'm not certain I'd call the leave of absence productive as such. Not in the manner I intended, anyway.
I have, however, relocated my base of operations. I'd considered doing this in the past, but the idea was never really appealing until now. I suppose it's something to do with spending the better part of the last century (not to mention the last two months) Below; one just has to get out sometime. And I suppose if the people in charge of such things decide Cincinnati needs a subway system after all, I'll just have to relocate.
(Those of you in the area need not worry about a sudden increase in disease; after all, if something got out without my knowing I'd never find out what caused which brand of misery. They all have their subtleties, you know. Besides, it's a part of the tunnels that doesn't even get the minimal action of being used as storage space.)
And I was reminded early into this relocation business of a project I started up in Africa, but neglected after HIV came into its own. It's somewhat related to the infamous Ebola virus, in that it kills its host within 24 hours. However, the infected individual is stricken with the desire to get as far away from their present location as they can, so this one fares a bit better on the survival front. Will be looking into that one again, no doubt.
Really, couldn't even a minor plague spring up somewhere? I could do with a bit of excitement. (That isn't trying to pull out of a slump.)
Current Mood: stressed
August 6th, 2002
You see, Crowley -- he doesn't know his own strength sometimes -- did something to my computer and caused it to. Er, well -- it sort of melted. I'm not entirely certain what he did however I do know that he was playing some sort of game that did something it should not have done, and Crowley became really rather agitated and -- oh, well the fact of the matter is that I have a new one now. It's very nice. And now I can write in this journal again, though I'm not sure what I should be talking about in it.
Well, actually, I really shouldn't be nattering on here as I've just recieved a visitor who looks rather worse for wear, the poor dear. And he's out there with Crowley and that is of course a very bad idea, so I'd best go and see to things. I believe a nice cup of tea - or something stronger - might be in order.
An angel's work is never done.
Current Mood: vexed
July 11th, 2003
I think I've found my bearings now (the emphasis in that sentence would, of course, be on 'think'). Of course, any worthwhile diseases I had in circulation have died out, or at least been brought under control. ::sigh:: As such, will be taking a short leave of absence effective the 20th, as there are some things I've got to take care of here, but I've got to get something marketable and FAST.
(Oh, Crowley? I know you've got a major victory at this point, but I think a bit more subtlety than this is advisable...)
Current Mood: annoyed
July 6th, 2003
Ah, the quiet satisfaction of a bad job well done.
Yes, I realise I've been remiss (thank you Aziraphale) in posting to this journal, but a demon's work is never done, you know.
They thought I couldn't top my crowning achievement, the M25.
But I have.
The new congestion charge I quietly suggested to the Mayor of London seems to be exceeding beyond my wildest expectations.
Ken's decided to expand it. Soon, anyone who wants to travel within the M25 will have to pay five quid a day. The kerfluffle of course is much bigger than just the money. The unions have got involved now. Bad feelings, from the ordinary bloke on the street right on up to the government.
Far be it from me to blow my own horn (shut up, angel, I'm actually quite modest), but I do think I sense another commendation.
Ah, it warms my heart.
Drinks are on me, angel.
Current Music: Queen - Don't Stop Me Now
July 2nd, 2003
|otherwhiterider||10:58 pm - Ugh.|
Just when I thought I'd found my bearings a certain physiological function I have previously not had to deal with reared its metaphorical head. Surely there's some way to stop this...
I'm afraid the events of the past few weeks have cost me this monkeypox business I had going in southwest Ohio, not to mention SARS. Bloody hell.
On the other hand, passed through the Congo the weekend before last. Quite the self-perpetuating setup, that area.
June 26th, 2003
|creationsshadow||09:12 pm - AZIRAPHALE?|
I STILL DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHY THE DEATH OF A CHILD SHOULD BE SEEN AS A GREATER TRAGEDY THAN THAT OF AN ADULT. A LIFETIME IS A LIFETIME. IS THIS SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND?
AZIRAPHALE, RECENT EVENTS IN SCOTLAND HAVE RESULTED IN A NUMBER OF AGGRIEVED AND UNHAPPY SOULS. NOT ALL THESE SOULS REMAIN ATTACHED TO THEIR PREVIOUS HOSTS, AND HAVE BEEN THREATENING TO FOLLOW ME AROUND UNTIL I REMEDY THE SITUATION.
I SHOULD BE MOST GRATEFUL IF YOU WOULD EXPLAIN THE SITUATION TO THEM. YOU HAVE A TALENT FOR SOOTHING TORMENTED SOULS THAT I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND. IT MAY PROVE USEFUL IF THE DEMON ACCOMPANIES YOU.
THESE JOURNALS ARE PROVING TO BE USEFUL. MY CONGRATULATIONS, METATRON.
Current Music: LED ZEPPELIN - BLACK DOG. WHERE DID THIS COME FROM?