July 10, 2007

• Ooh, I still have prezzies I meant to send her last year. :0 Gosh I am hopeless
• At what address does one send her highness a trinket or two? (email in profile)
• Oh, dear. I seem to have lost her address in the change from the old computer to the new one. Does anyone who was involved in last year's celebration have it on file?
• And for gods sake don't freaking post it here
• I got her address, email's in profile. Also, anyone who joins the Monkeygifts or the Monkeys Going Postal LJ communities can also see her address there. /shameless plug For those too lazy to email or join LJ, here's her addy, really small so the robots can't see it: .........., ..... ...... .. .... .. .... ... ...... ... ...... ....... ..... gotcha there, didn't I?
• Damn you, Alnedra. Damn you straight to hell.
• Monkeyfilter: really small so the robots can't see it
• Size makes no difference - all text is the same in the code...
• The size of the text is not important. It's what you do with it that counts. Ooo, that's kinda pretty... ██████████████████████████████████████ ██████████████
• >:«
• You know what would make a great birthday gift for our dearest, best-loved tracicle - a gift we can all give together? Why, the gift of time, of course! Poor tracy just has so much on her hands at the moment - scrubbing the kids clean every morning, lecturing on advanced topics in bioluminescence at school, learning to swear in demotic Korean, attending to her prize-winning collection of pickled ferrets, helping out on New Zealand's nuclear weapons program ... the list goes on. It's really too much to expect her to be able to do all of that AND run Monkeyfilter. That's why we should all help her out, by posting her a letter and/or card on her birthday that instructs her in polite yet threatening language to give quidnunc the piñata stick she runs this place with and the donkey-tail for Chy. Good work, everyone!
• Merry birthday, Tracicle! Many joyous returns of the day! *gently tears off large chunk of personal Free Time, wraps in sparkly tissue, adds bow, digs for address*
• Mmmmmmmm, pickled ferrets. With big gobs of kimchee.
• Better yet, we could all chip in to mail quid to Tracy's house so he can pickle the ferrets for her.
• Oh, no, Lara - quid and NZ's nuclear program sounds like a very dangerous combination to me. Thanks for the heads up, path - I'll pick up a postcard post-haste.
• quidnunc made me cry.
• Never missing a chance to promote his coup d'etat...
• quid for pezident!
• Dang Alnedra. LJ is some sort of blog thing, isn't it?
• Look, who is this 'Tracicle', and why should we be worried about her birthday?
• Why, she is the mother of all, the damsel demonic, the queen of all she surveys, the H in happening, the Q in Quetzlcoatl.
• Is July 27 Cancer? 'Cause Cancers rule.
• Leo, no?
• We Virgos allow CAncers to think they rule, while we quietly and efficiently carry out the business of statecraft behind the scenes. It's a nice relationship.
• Virgos. Whatever.
• ARGH: the email address in your profile doesn't work. Mine does, so could you send me an email, so I can respond with Tracicle's snailmail address?
• Virgo Kane is the name, I rode the September train... (We strike tonight, TUM, the great big head has passed the word...) ... 'til Tracicle's cancer came and eeked all our plans again...