*grand voice* I am old, people, and I have seen generations rise and fall, like yo-yos, except the yo-yo kind of gets bounced once and then gets replaced, and what I can say is . . . er . . . well, what I can say it what I always say, which is that although my friends leave, and it sucks, and Blogland changes, and it sucks, and I have to be all human and go missing everything, and it sucks . . . well, what happens is that I miss the old Blogland for a bit, and I never really stop missing it, but after a while, I come to see how awesome the new Blogland is and get attached to it as well and make a whole load of new friends and get used to a load of new awesome stuff.
I have been here when people blogfought
I have been here when people just chatted
I have been here when people roleplayed
and now I am still here, for better or for worse. I like to think it's for better. :P
~Star Inkbright

"Star, stop using logic. It's offputting."


~ Kestrel LeStarre. :)

I'M JUST LIKE SHUT UP I'M FANGIRLING HERE.
~Star Inkbright

"For shame, Mr. Soul, asking Mr. Castalan to bare his soul to you, when you have yet to even buy him dinner." ~Sir Reingington

"Tattoos are tattoos because they have to come out of Canada on your arm"

- Snow Stormberg, Summarizing something Star Inkbright said.

Hugging people on the internet is EASY, though. You just type '*hugs*', and there you go, a little parcel of warmth and friendliness is released upon the world.
It's like a smile. It costs nothing, and it's so . . . smiley. :)
~Star Inkbright

a conversation i found while perusing the comments (RP stuff. but meh )

 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...

*continues scribbling on the clipboard*

*mutters something about flowers*

*then glances up*

. . . Damn. There's so much furniture on the road I can hardly think. Must be rush hour.

February 28, 2014 at 10:45 PM

 Sir Reingington said...

*nods*

I do suppose that is one downside to living in this area.

February 28, 2014 at 10:47 PM

 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...

I agree. Oz has been pressuring me to buy a mushroom chair. You know, one of those cup-like, modern things? But I'm happy with my old wing-back armchair.

*returns to writing*

February 28, 2014 at 10:49 PM

 Sir Reingington said...

...

Well. I have always been partial to walking.

February 28, 2014 at 10:49 PM

 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...

*shrugs*

Walking's all well and good, I suppose, but it's achingly slow.

February 28, 2014 at 10:50 PM

 Sir Reingington said...

Well. You are entitled to your opinion, I suppose.

February 28, 2014 at 10:52 PM

 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...

As you are entitled to yours.

February 28, 2014 at 10:53 PM

 Sir Reingington said...

Indeed.

February 28, 2014 at 10:53 PM

 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...

Quite.

*finishes whatever he's been scribbling on his clipboard*

*examines it*

*then nods in a self-satisfied way*

February 28, 2014 at 10:55 PM

 Sir Reingington said...

*resists the urge to peer over at Mr. Armitage's work*

*digs around in one of his many pockets*

Harrumph, never conveniently found when one needs it...

February 28, 2014 at 10:58 PM

 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...

*glances at Sir*

*holds out pen*

Need a pen? I don't need it anymore.

February 28, 2014 at 10:59 PM

 Sir Reingington said...

Hm? Oh, worry not, I hardly need a pen.

*digs around for a bit more*

Hrm. Oh, blast it all.

*a short, muffled shriek comes from one of his pockets, and he withdraws a paper bag*

Much better.

February 28, 2014 at 11:05 PM

 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...

*raises an eyebrow*

*wonders if he should say something*

*decides against it*

*he's Precocious's friend, after all*

*he doesn't want to offend him*

February 28, 2014 at 11:09 PM

 Sir Reingington said...

*sighs, and opens the bag, which is full of breadcrumbs*

*smiles slightly*

Honestly, times like these make me feel rather old.

February 28, 2014 at 11:13 PM

 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...

*raises eyebrows in surprise*

If it's not impolite to ask, how so?

*a few birds land on the asphalt a few yards away*

February 28, 2014 at 11:14 PM

 Sir Reingington said...

*pauses thoughtfully*

Well. I suppose that depends upon one's point of view.

*tosses a few breadcrumbs near the birds*

*watches as they rapidly make the food disappear*

February 28, 2014 at 11:17 PM

 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...

*thoughtfully watches the birds*

. . . I don't suppose I've ever felt old. Not really. I mean, it's not like my memory's bust, like Doctor's, or I'm starting to get tired, like Oz.

*gazes at the birds*

*and his mind goes to a dark place*

*shrugs vaguely*

But, what do I know?

February 28, 2014 at 11:20 PM

 Sir Reingington said...

I would hazard a guess that you know quite a bit, Mr. Armitage. 

In any case, consider yourself fortunate. You do not have to be weighed down by ideas as trivial as your own mortality.

February 28, 2014 at 11:24 PM

 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...

*look at Sir*

Are you often troubled by such thoughts?

February 28, 2014 at 11:25 PM

 Sir Reingington said...

*smiles sadly*

Mr. Armitage, take a look around you. Everyone in Blogland has some sort of tragic background, or is tortured in some way.

Why would I be any different?

*stands up, and sets the paper bag of breadcrumbs on the park bench*

Well, I suppose I should take my leave. It was a pleasure, Mr. Armitage.

I suppose I shall see you at the wedding, then.

*walks off, narrowly avoiding a small stool*

February 28, 2014 at 11:27 PM

 Annika Barnosky / Garrote Armitage said...

*watches him go*

. . . I suppose you shall.

*ponders Sir for a moment*

*then pushes him from his mind*

*sets down the clipboard*

*picks up the bag*

*and begins to feed the birds*

February 28, 2014 at 11:30 PM

"I'm sorry for your theoretical loss, by the way. It must be theoretically heartbreaking to be theoretically dead. " -Fabi (Mister Loux)