Christmas Trollery in the Compy Lab!

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

Oh, you humans. So much fuss over a basic feature of your own planet's orbit. A simple little solstice and everyone has a gaudy holiday full of enormous meals, family drama, and decorations everywhere.

Pssst: Spring will come even if you don't throw endless parties. And that won't be a gift from some magical sky fairy either.

I found a fun tradition, though. Somewhere in the school I've hidden a life-size caganer. It's got a few enchantments that might make it easier to find.

There might be a prize involved.

Comments

[i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com]

So you've made a couple sensible choices- holiness isn't worth much, nor is restraint, in most situations. Had the Baron had a more open minded view on the potential value of 'holiness', perhaps he'd have been destined to live longer on his return home, but, he'd just never thought much of religion. Of course, in his civilization, the majority of religion had basically amalgamated and morphed into the OC Church, which was not a terribly inspirational in that respect. The OC church didn't produce anything exciting, like Messiahs, so one just didn't account for them. It's too bad that you've not found a companion to share your amusements. I'm fortunate enough to have found someone who'd agree that screams and deathly machines are anything but disruptive of personal harmony. Shared tastes are so important.

I haven't noticed where detention is humorous, but, given your lack of response, it would sound as if you would prefer the house-elves to fetch you. There's more dignity in simply delivering yourself, but, perhaps you'll get lucky, and they won't be as obnoxious about it as usual. I suppose I could -tell- them this, but, it's funner to just let them go about it their own way. And I'm getting tired of typing. So, I shall see you soon.

Send was pressed, Mopsy was called over again, and given the obvious instructions- go get the typist, and, bring him to serve a detention. House-elves being house-elves, she jumped to the orders, while Vladimir enjoyed some more of his chemical treats.