(To "Teen Angel")
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Parodies
Thursday, August 11, 2016
DailyLife.js
Meal breakfast, lunch, dinner = new Meal();
TaskList chores = new TaskList();
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Balrogy
Saturday, February 13, 2016
Customer Service Pantheon
O ye peons in customer service, beware, lest ye rouse the wrath of the dreaded CS Demons!
Chief of the Pantheon, Dark Lord of Despair, He Who Is Always Right
Invocation: "The customer is always right!"
His wife, Lady of Escalation, She Who Seeks Higher Authority
Invocation: "I want to speak to your manager!"
The Psychic, He Who Gives Insufficient Information
The Voluble, She Who Gives Too Much Information
Twin sister of the Psychic
Lord Stentorian, Shatterer of Eardrums
Invocation: [incoherent roar of rage]
Lady Credence, She Who Has Faith In The Impossible
"You say it will take a week? Great, I'll be expecting it tomorrow."
The Unintelligible, He Who Cannot Be Comprehended
The Bewildered, She Who Does Not Comprehend
Twin sister of the Unintelligible
Lady Unfettered, She Who Is Exempt From All Policies
The Entitled, She Who Is Owed All Things
Often teams up with Lady Unfettered
The Profane, Bestower of Epithets, Lord of Foul Language
Invocation: [unprintable]
The Troll, Lord of Shock, Master of False Pretenses
Not a genuine member of the pantheon, but loves masquerading as one
Saturday, August 08, 2015
The Last Silmaril
When the last Eagle flies over the cold Misty Mountains,
And in far Rivendell runs dry the last dusty fountain,
In the dim and cloudy heavens, old and worn but soaring still
You may yet see the glimmer of the last Silmaril.
Long ago in the West lands shone the Two Trees in glory;
And their light, Moon and Sun, radiant in song and story.
And this light Fëanor of indomitable will
Bound into three flawless gemstones, the renowned Silmarils.
Now the Two Trees are poisoned, and the Silmarils scattered;
Two were lost to fire and water when Morgoth’s power was shattered.
But on Eärendil’s brow see one stone gleaming still;
Look and see it, how it sparkles – it’s the last Silmaril.
I still shine, I still shine.
Gil-Estel, the Star of Hope, endless soars in elf-ship battered
‘Til the Last Battle comes, and Middle-Earth shall be shattered.
Reunited the Three, and their light the Trees shall fill
And, restored, their light shall shame even the last Silmaril.
They shall shine, they shall shine.
Monday, August 18, 2014
Texting