blamebrampton

I sent the last of the Evil Mag Of Doom today and gave the editor in chief the Five-Point Plan for Seizing Control, of which one point is negotiable and the rest will need to be met or I will just run away and do something less exhausting.

The nice thing was everyone else saying what a dream production it had been. Alas, it has come at the expense of my sanity and ability to speak English. My Italian is doomed.

Due to aforementioned exhaustion, I am unable to properly send felicitations on the anniversary of the birth of three of the loveliest flistees in the world:

marguerite_26 ,

acromantular and

phoenixacid .

Instead, I share with you a great truth. When people are being complete gibbons and common decency seems lost: I plaster a polite expression on my face and sing this song quietly inside my head. It has helped, every time, and I hope it will help each of you should you ever need it.

(On the rare occasions the lunacy cannot be overcome, I find flinging one's arms in the air and doing an Animal impersonation works admirably.)