With a thousand lies and a good disguise

I hate shopping for furniture. My sole criterion for dining room chairs is evaluating how easily someone can be tied to them, in case an intruder disrupts my dinner party and needs to be subdued.

( Things wot I did this weekend; or, why don't porn shops open before eleven on Sundays? )

I expect that's the "Really Really Incredibly Super-Bad Ending" of Silent Hill 2. You can only get this ending if you repeatedly beat Maria to death with the steel pipe, or something. Anyway, Twig and Lunar continue to be wonderful people. I suspect they are not actually humans at all, but stars come down from the sky to walk on earth.

Now I will talk about swimming. Sorry, it gets just such little attention for the rest of the year, I have to soak it up until it goes away.

( Unfiltered documentary and links )

Stand by for fic shortly. Also, I have fresh figs. I am in a state of fig-bliss.

Swimslash, All Along the Watchtower

Fic. Written for asouthernthing in the drabble meme. Depressingly serious character moment. You can be damn sure we won't let that happen again.

( All Along the Watchtower )