LJidol?

[hwango]

I have grave concerns about the name of the community, but it would be nice to have something spurring me to write besides the rhamphorhynchus that sits next to my computer. So. Fingers crossed...metaphorically, of course, because it's tricky typing with them really crossed.

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[banana-galaxy.livejournal.com]

Welcome! I think it's cool you have a rhamphorhynchus sitting next to your computer. Do you have any pictures?

I don't have any dinosaurs near my computer, but I do have some Disney Lego figures sitting on the top of mine.

[hwango.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

My rhamphorhynchus is shy and rather elderly, but a quick poke at the internet reveals numerous pictures of close relatives:

http://thumbs.ebaystatic.com/images/g/ZekAAOSwGIRXYHvH/s-l225.jpg

[kathrynrose.livejournal.com]

Welcome to the fray!

I think the name just came from the idea of a reality show like American Idol. No need for concern. Well, not about that, anyway. :)

[hwango.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

As for the name...yeah, it's the very association with American Idol that gives me pause. But what's in a name, and all that, right?

And as you say, other things are of far more concern. Like this mysterious glowing idol and its evil whispering. How the heck am I supposed to obey its sinister commands if I can't even hear the thing? Hopefully I can convince it to speak up.

[kathrynrose.livejournal.com]

LOL. You're going to do fine. :)

[eternal-ot.livejournal.com]

Welcome to Idol. Hope you enjoy your stay :)

[hwango.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I hope my ravings prove entertaining.

[bluegerl.livejournal.com]

LIVE Journal? ALIVE Journal.... we are still here, but all the writing comms have fallen off the wall. I wish we had Brigits' Flame back, cos that MADE us write. Nowadays there's no Cthulu's doing trick and treating on my journal or door.

Darling Hwango... will you do one, just for me. Can I say pick the 21st word of the first container of words you have to hand. (gawd knows what that might be, and you CAN have a BIT of licence if it turns out to be an A or a The. or an Is.. tho come to think of it, YOU are the master of wierdnesses.. and an Is story from you would be wonderful! I need cheering up love, and you do do it so well!

Your wobbly old Fancrone... blue.

[hwango.livejournal.com]

I certainly thought LJ was dead, but when we went to bury it there was all this screaming and complaining that would seem to indicate otherwise.

I too miss BF. Those were the good old days, eh? We'd get a prompt, I'd conjure up some baffling weirdness, and people would look at me funny. Good times.

Hilariously, the 21st word in the nearest container of words turned out to be "curse." I'll let that simmer in the old brain for a bit and see what I can come up with for you.

[hwango.livejournal.com]

It was bad news. James could tell it was bad news, because his boss, his boss's boss, and her boss's boss were all waiting for him in the conference room, and none of them were smiling.

"I'm afraid we have some bad news, James," his boss said.

"I figured."

"There's no easy way to say this. You're off the mission."

This was so much worse news than James had imagined. It was the first manned mission to the moon in over forty years. The moon! He was going to walk on the moon! Except, apparently, he wasn't. After a considerable stunned silence he managed to recover the ability to speak, and managed a slightly strangled "Why?"

"It's your...condition, James," said his boss's boss.

"My condition?"

"Don't play dumb, James," said her boss's boss. "It came up in your latest physical."

"What in the world are you talking about?"

"Your curse, James. The fact that under full moonlight you will transform into a half man, half beast and savagely attack and devour the innocent."

"I'll what now?"

"I mean really, James. It's a mission to the moon. You can't get more moonlight than that."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," said James. "I'm not a werewolf! There's no such thing as werewolves!"

"James, this isn't up for debate. I'm so very sorry for you that you won't be going to the moon. And that you're an inhuman monster. But we're done here. Security will escort you off the premises. And I warn you, their sidearms are loaded with silver bullets. Good day to you."

And that might have been the sad end of things, except that the next day it turned out that one of the reserve astronauts had tampered with the blood samples to disqualify James from the mission and try to take his place, and James wasn't a werewolf after all. James was reinstated amidst a veritable storm of apologies and the mission proceeded as planned, and a few short weeks later James achieved his dream of being the first vampire to walk on the moon.

And he lived happily ever after. EVER AFTER.

[bluegerl.livejournal.com]

THAT icon is because I am killing myself laughing! You've really made my MONTH! Honestly, apart from the lovely lovely thort that all future Moon Missions will be pointless, what I DO see flying in black shapes across the croissant lunes are the remains of MY EX HUSBAND!

JAMES...hahah turned into a blood sucking bloody Vampire...oh HWANGO... how DID you guess.... he WAS!!!! oh this is beyond hilarious and my ribs hurt. And as long as he's up there sucking the life out of any person thing with blood/money in it, he can't be bothering me!

Oh Hwango... I love you. honestly... I just wish I could stop laughing enough to say THANK YOU... what a lovely lovely story just for ME.

[hwango.livejournal.com]

I'm so pleased that you were entertained. = ) You are most welcome! It's the least I could do after all of your enthusiasm and support.

[bluegerl.livejournal.com]

My life has been a bit buggered up by hospitals. If it ain't one thing its another sorta stuff. HOWEVER... I seem to have a hiatus in the number of investigations to be carried out...(teehee, all that lovely handsome male nurse perving) and my brain has fulfilled its duties, and now it wants to go play butterflies. LIKE WRITE...I HOPE.

somewhere in the files is a comm called 'wordsinbrain'...I must dust off the dust!

Maybe bump into you there... didn't you leave a prompt there? There's still The Train....

HUGS love. glad yer still about. XXXX