And So

[tanarill]

My boss saw what I did, and asked me questions to which I knew the answers. Then he said, although not in these words, "Dude, this rawks! Now, I want you to vomit up your brain-knowings in report form for teh winz!" So now I have a report to write.

Because Gigantic Car Company will not let me load ChemSketch onto my work comp, I must do this bit of work at home and then mail it to myself. Which is painful because, while ChemSketch is not the most user friendly of programs, it is better than trying to use paint to draw reaction mechanisms. The reason my place of employment will not let me download this software is, I assume, because it is freeware. Not maleware. I use it for classwork and have never had an issue. Freeware.

In other news, I hate these boys. The ones who are staying with us. They are annoying and they like basketball. But they are only here another couple of nights, so I should be able to survive.

There is nothing interesting again. I wants prompts. In keeping with the parts of speech, pairing or character and adverb. Go!

Comments

[nuavarion.livejournal.com]

LOL It would have been pretty funny if those were your boss's exact words. That was funny!

[ragtime-wurm.livejournal.com]

I found a video that I thought you might like. :D

Also, is the prompting still open? [/late]

[tanarill.livejournal.com]

It is. What would you like?

[ragtime-wurm.livejournal.com]

How about Kael'thas, and sunwise.

[tanarill.livejournal.com]

The light was--odd, here. It was never dark, precisely, but it wasn't light either and he couldn't tell time at all. The impossible, impossibly powerful woman had shown him the outside of the . . . she called it a castle, but it seemed to him to be a miniaturized, tame Shifting Nether. And outside it there was more Shifting Nether, only it wasn't shifting so much here. She said it was the difference between the part of a coral that was alive and growing and filled with all kinds of strange sea creatures and the part of a coral that was on the inside, away from light and life and slowly being buried by the bones of its descendants. He wasn't sure if he believed that, but for whatever reason, the Nether here was calm and almost static.

And it wasn't like living her was particularly bad. There was always enough food, and magic, and it never got cold, and after awhile he stopped bothering with the robes because the only two people here couldn't care less about finery. There were plants, too, in a strange Netherish kind of way, and she'd shown him what she called mana plants but which felt to him like tiny, tiny world trees, or maybe only very young ones. The library, even though he wasn't allowed in what he suspected were the very interesting parts, was more than he'd ever be able to read in a thousand lifetimes. The fact that this was a kind of cosmic time-out (Look at what happens when you try to betray this kind of being!) notwithstanding.

But.

He felt lost, like he was falling all the time, because the light was odd and there were never any shadows and he could not watch the sun rise or set. He knew the patterns of the sun and the seasons and loosing it, loosing that, hurt more than even the worst pains of magic-starvation. No wonder it has been called the Sunwell; it was the sun and moon and stars to his people. Once, he's had both, and now he had neither.

He sighed, and blinked, and turned his sight outward again. They were neither or them cruel, but they enjoyed what they did and did everything for a reason. If he asked for the sun-

If he asked-

If-

It wouldn't do any good. There was knowledge and there was wisdom, and he was learning the difference between the two. Here, in this strange folded-back place, right on the edge of death and infinity and silence, he was learning the wisdom of the sun.

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It occurred to me that I don't have to use it as an adverb. It's just the prompt, after all.

[ragtime-wurm.livejournal.com]

Yeeee! I love how it connects back to when the belfs were high elves, and all about the sun before the Scourge invasion. :D