tutatur et Fascinus, imperatorum quoque, non solum infantium, custos

[sovay]

Rabbit, rabbit!

In anticipation of the new year, ladymondegreen sent us a care package, containing among other treasures two pieces of petrified wood, a wooden puzzle of a winged sphinx, and a bronze fascinus amulet.

That's right. We now own a small copper-wire winged phallus with little clawed feet and a handwritten tag reading, "I am here to ejaculate in the eye of your enemies. Hi!" It's sitting in the liquor cabinet between the sphinx and the catwings. I am thinking we should hang it over the doorway or the bed of our new apartment when we have one. Like all the best of its kind, it has a vivid personality while remaining recognizably a penis. With wings.

It's pretty great.

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[ladymondegreen.livejournal.com]

*grins*

I definitely grew up with a love of cryptic clues and rebus. I put together scavenger hunts for fun (ask me sometime about hiding chocolate in an oven so the wild lizards wouldn't find it), so I thought a bit of riddling wouldn't go amiss, given the recipients.

I will be very glad if the dryads rehabilitate. I have a particular affinity for them.

[moon-custafer.livejournal.com]

I'm currently listening to the HPLHS' radio adaptation of "At the Mountains of Madness," so be careful about reviving those petrified dryads.

[sovay]

I'm currently listening to the HPLHS' radio adaptation of "At the Mountains of Madness," so be careful about reviving those petrified dryads.

Dammit, my ability to write fiction is completely shot right now, and that is a great idea.

(How's the radio adaptation? I've only heard their Call of Cthulhu.)