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nishatalithaFound in an email:
The Hokey Pokey -- Shakespearean Style!
O proud left foot, that ventures quick within Then soon upon a backward journey lithe. Anon, once more the gesture, then begin: Command sinistral pedestal to writhe. Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke. A mad gyration, hips in
wanton swirl. To spin! A wilde release from heaven's yoke. Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl. The Hoke, the poke -- banish now thy doubt Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about.
And found on random pieces of paper on my desk:
Armour? Oh well. Blade goes ethereal, goes through armour and becomes solid again in flesh. Oh, my, is that an armour piercing hit? A wound? Oh dear, I'm so sorry. - from a page of notes about weapons in Earthdawn.
Hi, I'm nishatalitha, and on Monday night,I play a homicidal CIA agent in a roleplaying game called Conspiracy X. I can shoot a gun while moving. I haven't gotten to use the bazooka yet. - from some notes re. the three session run of Conspiracy X.
They walked into the store. It was crowded with junk, not things, and both Ash and Pikachu paused before a tarnished old mirror to look at their distorted relfections. There were dim electric lights flickering overhead and... - the last few lines of a Pokemon fic that I started while in Masterton.
To encourage a sympathetic understanding of religions in keeping with the spirit of the Vatican II Declaration 'Nostra Astate' - Declaration on the Relationship of the Church to Non-Christian Religions - from a page of notes relating to the 12 RE unit I start teaching next week.
Currently, I am amusing myself by correcting the bad grammer and punctuation at A.'s site. I will write some fic shortly. Probably not the Pokemon one, though.
The Hokey Pokey -- Shakespearean Style!
O proud left foot, that ventures quick within Then soon upon a backward journey lithe. Anon, once more the gesture, then begin: Command sinistral pedestal to writhe. Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke. A mad gyration, hips in
wanton swirl. To spin! A wilde release from heaven's yoke. Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl. The Hoke, the poke -- banish now thy doubt Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about.
And found on random pieces of paper on my desk:
Armour? Oh well. Blade goes ethereal, goes through armour and becomes solid again in flesh. Oh, my, is that an armour piercing hit? A wound? Oh dear, I'm so sorry. - from a page of notes about weapons in Earthdawn.
Hi, I'm nishatalitha, and on Monday night,I play a homicidal CIA agent in a roleplaying game called Conspiracy X. I can shoot a gun while moving. I haven't gotten to use the bazooka yet. - from some notes re. the three session run of Conspiracy X.
They walked into the store. It was crowded with junk, not things, and both Ash and Pikachu paused before a tarnished old mirror to look at their distorted relfections. There were dim electric lights flickering overhead and... - the last few lines of a Pokemon fic that I started while in Masterton.
To encourage a sympathetic understanding of religions in keeping with the spirit of the Vatican II Declaration 'Nostra Astate' - Declaration on the Relationship of the Church to Non-Christian Religions - from a page of notes relating to the 12 RE unit I start teaching next week.
Currently, I am amusing myself by correcting the bad grammer and punctuation at A.'s site. I will write some fic shortly. Probably not the Pokemon one, though.
