Skipping stones across a tumultuous brain . . .

[kiya]

Today's motto: Happiness is having friends who will lend one pants in an emergency.

Whitney says, "So I posted to feri asking for thoughts about the Peacock God and some queries about what the Feri gods /sound/ like. And it immediately degenerated, or mutated, in a direction best expressed by my favorite received comment on the thread, which is, in its entirety: ART! ART! MORE FERI ART!"
Tesla [oneironaut] laughs hard.
Whitney says, "Feris are harder to herd than most pagans."
Brooks [brooksmoses] says, "Which are, in turn, harder to herd than most cats, neh?"
Whitney says, "Yes."
Whitney says, "They smell art in the water, and it's a feeding frenzy."

(Admittedly, my post was about the Must Art! feeling as much as it was about the gods, so it's not an out of the blue tangent. Also, it was written while heavily under the influence of DayQuil.)

Bah. I really wanted to go to the carol-thingy thing that meranthi's friend was organising at MIT tomorrow, and I don't think I have the spoons or the state of health for it. Will see if I make up for last night's no-sleep tonight, but graaah. And I saw xiphias was on the list of people who got the email I was forwarded, and I haven't seen him for a while. Sulk.

In other news, cherry-flavored Pepto-Bismol is . . . slightly alarming.