we succeeded at two of these things.

No, I did not climb my favorite tree in the dark in concert dress.
I just thought about it.
Briefly.

😂😂😂

What would we do without Potatoes? ☺️

“Takedown“ by HUNTR/X starts playing:

Love it when I meet people so unique and true to themselves that I could never write them as characters because they’re just too cool to be “believably realistic.”

…but to meet people, one must leave the garret. Which I never do. So my friends are all as fictional as I am.

Clearly.

Normal people don’t show fond affection by calling each other muppets?? Or threatening to vanquish their enemies with frying pans???

I’ve been allowed to shenanigan about too long. There are awkward pauses in conversations now because I’m out of practice curating conversations that don’t involve dark humor or eggs and cabbages.

(distress)

Relatable.

No I am not writing a blind date meet cute with a lady assassin and a shy cellist lad in a coffeeshop so stop dropping hints

Brain: okay, we need to be professional in this situation
Me: yes
Brain: so don’t slip into vernacular dialects
Me: yep
Brain: no finger guns
Me: of course
Brain: don’t use the royal we
Me: uh-huh
Brain: and no calling everyone darling
Me: … D:

While both musicians and demolitionists may use the term “C4,” they are usually referring to completely different subjects, and one is not often in danger while visiting the orchestra. In the case of Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture, however…

Me: I can’t do that
Friend: what
Me: The first suspects in any mystery are the butler, Mrs. Daylily (whose husband took out an extensive life insurance policy at her request), and me. If there’s a murder inquiry, I don’t have an alibi.
Friend: w h a t

(points at Ande Pliego)
(screams)

@bookmarkedone.bsky.social (points at writer): you. Brilliant idiot.
(points at writer): madman. Bearded madman.
(points at perfectly innocent writer): public enemy no. 1
(stops pointing) not you Jennifer, you’re terrific and we’re glad you’re here.

#Writers , please discuss. XD

Musicians in fiction: a vile, cutthroat, fight to the death for solos, prestige and the Throne

Real orchestral musicians: oh no I don't want to sit in the front. you have to give me notice 5 business days before if you want me in the front. what do you mean the soloist is absent. what.

I KNOW, RIGHT?

... :D !

It's like a pretty bridal version of Rumplestiltskin. Love it.

1. Yes! :)
2. also yes, probably.

No one:
Me: so when the groom proposes with the bride’s full name, is it like calling the Fae by true names so they’re bound to accept your bargain or…

Am beginning to wonder if this little bird really can't wait until morning to sing or is trying to tell me to go to sleep...

Happy spring to you too, little tipsy bird.

Someday the little bard is going to find a forgotten treasure chest or eerily become financially comfortable as the famed Mr. Darcy and one of the first orders of business will be filling closet and bookshelves with Tanaudel designs.

Every single one is gorgeous.

A lovely question!

The idea started because of the "sword lily" bot comment--another name for gladiolus. I adore orange gladiolus, but if I had to chose others, roses are classic, hyacinths my current favorite, and lilacs' scent impossibly sweet.

:)

Comment on "The Sword Umbrella": Shame and disgrace!

In the words of the bots themselves,

I don't mind if social media bots want to read book blogs, but if they're going to try to hit on me, they'd better at least bring flowers.

(they're still getting ignored, but I like flowers)

What did we learn?

-social media bots have less imagination than blog bots
-everyone please be careful...scams...scams everywhere
-bookmarkeone is STILL not a little gentleman of fortune in want of a wife, so please stop asking
-I got no flowers this time. >:(

"ok this might be awkward but hi lol"

It is awkward. Please go away now. :)