Three inch gold blade.

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• The Fantasy Novelist's Exam. Just in time for NaNoWriMo.

I have just seen on Wikipedia THE worst. Username. Ever. User:Nimor Imphraezl, Anointed Blade of the Jaezred Chaulssin. In fact, it's the worst username I've seen ever, anywhere. Ever. An eleven-year-old who'd just read their very first fourth-rate watered-down game novelisation would be embarrassed by that. Ever. This guy has won at the Internet. Ever.

Tom has gone out in the rain and is probably holed up somewhere waiting for it to abate. Neo intrepidly stepped outside! Then intrepidly dashed back in when he discovered what "rain" felt like. Tom and Madam are still hissing at each other, but the mealtime truce is holding so far.

(I'm surprised and pleased the kitaens are safe with the back door open — they're approaching this "outside" thing in a very safe and gradual manner. Good. NOW I JUST WANT THEM TO LEARN TO SHIT OUT THERE.)

redcountess has caught the 'Merkin flu. Meh!

I shall be giving mr_eleganza my his leather coat tomorrow, and shall call Future Designs before that to ask where the heck quiet000001's Nice Boots are. And to see if I can get The Coat in XL for myself.

Update: Tom is an idiot. I called for him, he came to the door. Soaking wet. He saw Madam and then went to stand away from the door, sulking. In the rain. Then ran away when I went out to get him. If he's going to be a petulant teenager he can get soaked.

Update 2: Idiot cat decided the spare room window sill was a good place to sulk; I've dragged him in and towelled him off so he can sulk in the warm and dry.

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Oh well. At least it looks like he won't mess with anything important. :rolleyes: