Fantasy worlds

Dreams of people getting wrapped up in worlds where everything is nice, but only so the people will stay compliant. One of the worlds snowed frosting, and Willow loved it.

Prophecy dreams are... Certainly interesting, as ever.

i need food. I have a nice medium roast, whole bean clumbian coffee waiting for me, in the kitchen. So...

Ta.

Reverse Doubles.

Key 64.

There. Now get out.

Huh. Meta-Magic.

Reading this article, I came upon the folowing passage: "The thing to do in the face of failure is not to try and spin it into success to salve your injured pride, but to perform a thorough post-mortem to find out what your spell died of. Be honest with yourself. (In this case the unfortunate patient appears to have expired from a surfeit of variables; the reader might do well to learn from this and go for a more grass-roots approach.)" Emphasis mine.

Now... maybe it's just me... and maybe this is just... Well, whatever, but it seems to me that if series of diverse intents can spoil the magical working in question-- if too many cooks in the kitchen can, indeed, spoil the mix, as it were-- then there should be some Meta-Effort made to attune intents. A spell, perhaps, to find the common elements of a diverse set of workings (in this case, the author is talking about his experience with the 2000 presidential election), and to take the elements differing elements as less central than the similar ones, for the purpose of the time.

To put it another way: You, me, and 20 of our closest friends are making a chocolate cake, for the birthday of someone who loves, and can eat chocolate cake. Your chocolate cake-- the one that your mother used to make for you, when you were tiny-- has chocolate chips in the frosting. Someone else's cake has walnuts. But Suzy is allergic to walnuts, and doesn't want to put them in. So Mike says, How about almonds? and so on, and so forth. But there is a centeral theme, that we seem to have forgotten:

We're making a fucking Chocolate Cake, for someone the fuck Else. Without trying to turn it to our will, we need flour, eggs, milk, butter, sugar, baking chocolate, baking powder, soda, and salt. The recipes that you all have for your cakes, and that I might prefer for Mine, Do Not Apply. We all want a fucking chocolate cake, and, at base, we know the meta-recipe. So we strip off the bells and whistles, right? And we make a motherfucking cake.

Why is this difficult?

Here's a thing

Maybe you know someone whose birthday is comming up. Not necessarily mine, but thank you for thinking of me. Maybe this someone loves their livejournal, very much.

Maybe you have an extra $150, lying about, and would like to buy this friend of your'n a Permanent Account.

That would be nice of you.

No. Not necessarily me. My birthday's not for another month. Jeez.