Downward

[rinue]

I'm having one of those awful days where I feel like some kind of inhuman troll and dwell on everything I've ever misstated or misunderstood and every time somebody has looked at me funny and assume that I'm a terrible person who people find compelling but ultimately horrifying and alien. I've tried going to the cartoon museum and buying myself funny badges, but it hasn't helped. Nor has chocolate cake. I'll be going to a BBC comedy taping in a few minutes (about Blechley Park, no less), which might make a difference, but, really, what I could use right now is my friends.

I know this is stupid, but if you can, please say something nice about me in the comments - some time I helped you out or we had a fun time together. It can be little. Please, nothing clever and backhandedly nice about me being likeable despite something, or being powerful and evil; I couldn't handle it right now.

Comments

[iridesce-sent.livejournal.com]

You do something that I deeply admire (whereas admiration is only so deep, deep admiration borders on intense respect) and enjoy: You keep talk intelligent. I have always had a fabulous time of being around you, because you up the Smarts Ante. Your mind is a working of Popeil-ish proportions (and I mean that in the most flattering, slicing-dicing-even-making-great-fries kind of way)!

[rinue.livejournal.com]

LOL I had forgotten all about the thing that scrambles eggs inside their shells. Therefore, this comment has improved my life immeasurably. I am now compelled to develop some kind of hybrid Popeil device that scrambles eggs inside their shells, then injects them into the core of some meat, then juliennes the meat/egg combination. Cuisine, meet your terminus.