Kaymyth

Pardon me while I sit here and gloat for a moment. #stickynotesrule

Do you know what I was spiked with? Feruchemical maturity. Some awesome magic power.

The actual line was needs, I believe. But there's plenty of evidence either way. Which is still funny, because this is all just crackfic headcanon to all of us, really.

There are more than a few folks around here who actually believe that Hoid *is* the Doctor. I disagree strenuously, for a multitude of reasons. First, Adonalsium and its subsequent post-Shattering pieces display a great deal of similarity to a number of Time Lord artifacts, including the Hand of Omega, the Validium statue featured in the 25th anniversary episode Silver Nemesis (incidentally, TARDISes are at least partially made out of this metal), and the sentient weapon that was integral (one way or the other) in ending the Time War. Also, many of Hoid's mannerisms/personality traits are consistent with him being an actual incarnation of the Doctor himself, or barring that, another Time Lord who is familiar with the Doctor's modus operandi. I have a lot more reasons gleaned from various bits of evidence scattered throughout the books, but going into more detail would require discussing book spoilers that aren't appropriate for this corner of the forum. And I don't really want to start a thread on the Cosmere Theories board, because this argument is way too silly for a Serious Bizness board.

I did, too, as a foolish noob. Nobody warned me! So I got spiked. I'm pretty sure it's Feruchemical maturity, so now you know how I can be The Mom and the idiot who keeps trying to convince people that Doctor Who is Cosmere at the same time.

Twi knows better than to put that link anywhere I could see it.

Technically speaking, rose hips (fruit) are edible! That's neither here nor there, but amuses me. I suspect there are a lot of rosebushes in Elendel.

Sure, just rub it in, why don't ya? Catharsis is a wonderful thing.

Twi, you're over a decade younger than I am, and *I* don't have a Master's degree. You are accomplished! I'm with Twi here - it sounds like you are doing much better at that whole work-life balance thing. Could I have pursued a more ambitious career? Probably. Could I have had kids? Certainly. I did neither of those things, and I am quite happy with my life. That woman you are trying to compare yourself to sounds exhausting. I don't want her life. I'd go stark raving mad trying to live her life. You don't have to live her life, and you don't have to send your kids to her school. And you know, it's kind of crappy of her to look down on you for not sending your kids to that school. OK, yeah, I kind of dislike this woman now. How dare she imply that you don't love your kids because you're not doing everything exactly the way she does it?

Oh, yeah, the new steampunk Cinder Spires stuff is fantastic, even though it's only one book in so far. It's looking like it's going to have some epic reach to it.

Yes, he did.

See, this is your chance to start making up a good story. "I got thrown off a balcony by a Leecher who destroyed all my steel reserves." or, "I single-handedly stopped a runaway commuter train with the power of my foot."

Welcome! Beware of the cookies. You have more self-control than I do; trying to keep Wax and Wayne on the shelf is hard. So hard. Of course, you haven't started it yet, so I can see how that would be easier. Have you read any Jim Butcher? 'Cause between Codex Alera and The Dresden Files, that's a pile of books that could keep you busy for a while.

Too many. They got me when I was a noob. I still have this little bit of metal poking through my ribs.

Hee! My solution wasn't perfect; I would have much rather had the twist-around effect all pinned up, but I figured out that I didn't have the visibility necessary to do that on my own head. Could probably do it on someone else. So instead, I got a couple of bun-roller-thingies and used those. Picture up on my cosplay thread in Creator's Corner. Ow!

He'd ignore me. Or, at best, make a very soft, incoherent noise in acknowledgement of my presence. The poor man really needs about 9-10 hours of sleep every night, and rarely gets it, so when he conks out he's out. That's it. I am sleeeeeepy. I shall go join my husband.

It's tempting, but judging by the silence in the house, it's too late. He's already fallen asleep somewhere.

I think we only have one lightsaber in the house. ...I could make him put on his 10th Doctor jacket and I could challenge him with my lightsaber vs. his sonic screwdriver.

I am tired. Maybe I should go to bed early. ...but then I'd have to take the Leia buns out of my hair.

An excellent choice, madame.

Hmm. You should definitely go through and add some things by Flogging Molly, Dropkick Murphys, and/or Flanigan's Right Hook. Because nothing says rebellion quite like some good Irish punk.

It's this horrible white cold stuff that comes down from the sky in places north of you. It's pretty at first, but quickly turns horrible when you realize that it's trapped you into your house because there's more than 8 inches on the ground and your street hasn't been plowed yet and it's taller than the clearance on your tiny car. And then doom.

I...I want this pattern. So hard.

I am resurrecting my thread to add this wee little thing: Totally wore Princess Leia cinnabon hair to the One-Man Star Wars Trilogy tonight.

Another excellent Billy Joel addition: "My Life"