Home art gone, and ta'en the wages:


(and a mortal it must be)

Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Hey, clink the link and you'll be sure to see,
Where Shakespeare's words and mine chance to agree
- and welcome to my journal, now that's nice
To see you here may add a little spice.

He wrote his lyrics well, all right,
and set them for his world's delight.
The truth to tell, it has been known
Not all that's in a Gig is shown,
and sons or daughters may be left
Some operatives are kind of deft ...

I dunno how to tell you this, Slayer, but marriage is a sexual relationship - say, don't they tell girls about that in this age?

Shakespeare inherited quite a way with words but not so much with the music. Maybe the operative didn't hit too many problems over that.

Heh, who told you that, girl? Some folks sing that humans can interbreed with just about anything - there's been half elven, half demon, half orc, all sorts!

Some biologists used to claim that if creatures can interbreed then they ain't no different species! That gave us all somthing to think about! Some of the things humans do can get the nervous types looking real thoughtful.

Oh c'mon. You mean you never wondered how some of your neighbors got to be like that?

Ain't that about the same thing? Dimensional travellers, aliens, mythical beings, forieners, to humans ain't they all really just creatures from someplace else?

Did you ever hear the theory that links war with available transport? It looks so obvious that someone else must have thought of it noticed the pattern.

First you get the villages saying "this bit is ours" and telling horror stories about the village down the road and fighting the village over the hill. The ones they can just about get at by a few days journey in good weather.

Then they invent the wheel or domesticate the horse or something and they get kingdoms about the size of two good pastures, the village over the hill gets turned into neighbours and they start fighting the ones that are a few days journey away by horse.

Then they get coaches, the kingdoms get bigger and they start trying to fight the strangers that they can only reach by a few days journey by boat. The French and English kept it up for centuries. The Romans went everywhere, way back, but there's mostly that critical time and distance.

It's gone sour on you, now. If you'd found Martians you'd have a world government and a whole new war...

Edited at 2008-07-23 10:36 am (UTC)

Incidently, I seem to discovered the identy of the Santa Claws demons.

I rather doubt whether most of the creatures there are within our remit, they seem quite peacable.

On the other hand, there may be some justification for taking out the Santa-Claws demons. They tend to feed annually - or at least to feast, the wording is difficult. Possibly an expedition might be safest in summer.

When the hurly-burly's done,
when the battles fought and won,
When that scruffy sorting hat
starts admitting where it's at,
When that sluggard Dumbledore
Sells recruits from Ravenclaw,
We need the minions rather thin,
but won't recruit from Slytherin!