Managing My Mood(s)
Jul. 14th, 2012 09:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mishalakI should not have held onto that cider so long. It lurked in the back of my refrigerator until tonight when I opened it. It was initially fizzy and then flattened out quite rapidly. Very little apple flavor left to it. I was, of course, quite disappointed. For two reasons. One I intended to drink an appropriate glass of ale while watching Endeavor, the prequel to Inspector Morse.
The way I would like to deal with my displeasure at this turn of events would be to play classical music very loudly and to use some sort of ray or disruptor to play out my petty discontent on some vastly inappropriate stage. Perhaps using James Bond as a victim. Alas I am not talented in the art of playing in god's domain nor bending nature to my will and thus I have no super science weaponry nor a lab to do such things. Also I have no henchmen to monologue to about this turn of events.
Though I lack terrible weapons or monsters to unleash in misdirected revenge I do have a large store of arcane knowledge and so instead of reasonable behavior I am going to instead blame the squirrels in my garden. They distracted me, discouraged me, or something of that nature so I blame them for not drinking my cider earlier and it not being a beer. I also think it more fun to go after them rather than any of the other usual targets of a evil magician's pique like innocent virgins, small principalities, or neighbors' crops. Therefore I am going to lay a terrible curse on them provided I am not distracted by some other thought or project. Yes, terrible curses from tomes of forgotten lore on the innocent fluffy squirrels... Oh hey, my mead is bubbling.
The way I would like to deal with my displeasure at this turn of events would be to play classical music very loudly and to use some sort of ray or disruptor to play out my petty discontent on some vastly inappropriate stage. Perhaps using James Bond as a victim. Alas I am not talented in the art of playing in god's domain nor bending nature to my will and thus I have no super science weaponry nor a lab to do such things. Also I have no henchmen to monologue to about this turn of events.
Though I lack terrible weapons or monsters to unleash in misdirected revenge I do have a large store of arcane knowledge and so instead of reasonable behavior I am going to instead blame the squirrels in my garden. They distracted me, discouraged me, or something of that nature so I blame them for not drinking my cider earlier and it not being a beer. I also think it more fun to go after them rather than any of the other usual targets of a evil magician's pique like innocent virgins, small principalities, or neighbors' crops. Therefore I am going to lay a terrible curse on them provided I am not distracted by some other thought or project. Yes, terrible curses from tomes of forgotten lore on the innocent fluffy squirrels... Oh hey, my mead is bubbling.