Yellow Rain

Every time the wind stirs a tree a dusting of yellow comes puffing out and when it rains the puddles are rimmed with it. And I sit here sniffling, not because of allergies, but because of the excess of this pollen in the air. It's like being stuck in a permanently dusty room because the pine trees are busy having sex. I hope it rains again this afternoon.

Bleargh blea beh!

I just did a good deed. I feel all overcome with happiness and flowers. Ewwww. I need to go eat a puppy or something. Or watch 5 hours of movies filled with explosions, or dead people, or exploding dead people. Hurm... Sahara is playing at the Elvis Theater, that might work. Or else I could just go upstairs and grab a movie out of my dad's collection. <grin>

Now That's Power!

I didn't realize it at the time, but this is really goods use of magic.
( Merlin Shows Off )