not a perfect metaphor

Ever realise you've been part of something for five years? On the Internet, which therefore makes it ancient?
milliways_bar is five years old. WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE.
( more babble about this nonsense; feel free to skip )
For those of you who've left, there's a meta!crack Back Room party in progress.
In less sentimental news: What is it about big-ass trucks that makes people feel like they can take up four parking spaces? I don't get it.

With apologies to Frank Zappa: So since LJ's servers are in Montana, does that mean we should be on the lookout for Frank the Goat's dental floss empire?
Mom came down with the plague last weekend; I've been fighting it since Wednesday. It's mostly gone now, but... still. Not Fun. (And Dad, I know you're feeling it too, but you're the least sick of the three of us. So don't whine at me for not having the resources to go get you milk.)
On a lighter note, ICONS:
( it was one of those things that had to be done. )
Meme forthcoming, possibly.

Quin has requested fic, and while it will not make much sense to those not in therenegades (particularly Trina's games last year and this year), it's going here because that's where the audience is.
( The Continuing Adventures of Finch and Arden (or something similar) )
(For anyone seeking the aid of the land called Context: this is the log in which Finch first appears, and Arden was my character in that campaign. Backstory for both has been somewhat modified for Trina's Corporation game this year, which is more of what this fic is covering than the D&D setting. There are no Corporation logs up yet.)

...Yeah, that's all I've got.

So today, I think, merits script format.

my alarm: ::goes off at godawful o'clock AM::
Nyquil and Mountain Dew: ::do epic battle for superiority::
Nyquil: ::wins, handily::
me: ::zombies about work:: braaains caffeine!
( it goes on. )
This concludes today's broadcast.

So I had a thought earlier, of the Discworld persuasion.
Back in the discworld_rpg days, I had reason to work out that the events of Moving Pictures made it to the Counterweight Continent, but only barely; given travel time and all that, they were only one or two clicks in when everything went to pieces in Ankh-Morpork.
But it just hit me today that there's no reason someone over there didn't make a click of their own. And now I kinda want to see the thing about the overgrown swamp dragon ravaging Bes Pelargic. (What's a movie parody without a riff on Godzilla, after all? XD)
That could, of course, just be because my brain is Weird.

Meta!crack strikes again. (Note: this may well take YONKS to load. We're all insane. XD)
RenCon was fun, and meeting sotto_voice was lovely, though she couldn't stay long. And I am utterly failing to focus on my homework.

...So. That one big tree that looked like it was about to fall on Wilder?
Totally fell on Wilder. (Props to Sara for seeing that coming last year.) There's a chunk off the roof, and about half the tree is now on the ground. Blanchard gossip is that someone was under it at the time, and that whoever it was is more or less okay, but I'm not sure how accurate that is. (Would explain all the sirens earlier, though.) Might be pictures later, if I remember to grab my camera before I go to Renegades.
Days like these, I'm glad I'm not in Prospect.
( a translation, for those unfamiliar with MHC )

( oh look, a music meme! Guess away, kids. )
Also: Dear God, they won't shut up! If this is the sort of thing they do all the time I'm glad we're usually spared threading it. XD (Edit: they finally did stop. 203 COMMENTS LATER HOLY CRAP. That was... I don't even know.)

A theory, brought to you by my rereading and the latest Milliways plot:

So, do you think the EFC wizard-liquifying trick would work on Riders of the Dark?
(I'm inclined to think it would just piss them off all the more, being drenched in soapy lemon water, but it's an amusing thought.)