X-files and Nerd things

So I have decided I am going to call the new fellow in the trollhive Mr. Bubbles. He has an old picture of him wearing a t-shirt with Mr. Bubbles on it, and he is a friendly enough guy.

No pictures of him yet but that's what I'm calling him here now. :)

Been on an X-Files binge for the last week or so up to season 6 now. I love this show. Have I ever explained that before?

When I was about 7 the show came out and I watched it in my room late at night when I was supposed to be in bed, it came on right after tales from the crypt. There was an episode in the first season with glow in the dark bugs and it scared the bejesus out of me. I think my love of horror started around that time. I've never seen all of it so I have been watching it all now.

Also, the last post I made discussed Halloween. Did I mention I've been doing a Halloween trail with friends the past two years with plans to continue it for a long time? Well we are, so I went in my broken doll costume, which I do not have very good pictures of, and then changed to my trail costume while I was there. I also helped with the makeup for some of the main characters in the trail.

My friend did get some awesome photo's of the makeup we did so I will share those with you.

So for your viewing pleasure:

This is me, we did some facial bruising makeup to look like I'd been smacked around during my stay. We did contouring on the other side of my face to make the bruising look swollen. We also added blood over my eye and leaking from my eye and ear. I ended up playing more like I was leashed to the tree and lurched at the groups screaming, either help or run. ^_^

This is me shading Dobby's brain cap. Later we added blood and bandages across the chest as well as paling out his face and making his eyes look bruised and tired.

This is a great picture of the work we did on that brain cap, looks pretty convincing doesn't it? The Man was a scientist in the trail and Dobby the subject he was working on. They were set back off the trail a bit and I was in front like I was supposed to be the next victim.

Last one, this is The Man in his mad scientist costume, we were playing it up for the camera. With him we aged his face mostly with shading in the smile lines and the forehead wrinkles. Then we splattered some blood on him. This is where I was leashed, back behind The Man is a small clearing where he and Dobby were staged.

It was a fun experience. I look forward to continuing to do this every year around Halloween.

Halloween practice time

I've been practicing Halloween makeup because I have never tried this technique before. I want to be a broken porcelain doll. The first practice all I did was practice painting and shading. 

  

I started with a clean dry face. :)

For my second practice I used something called Fauxtex, because I have a mild latex allergy to help create some cracks with depth.

First I made the Fauxtex using corn starch, cold water, solid vegetable oil, and unflavored gelatin, and a squirt of white grease paint so it would be the color I was painting my face.

Then I took some one ply TP and stuck it to my face where I wanted my cracks. I used some warm Fauxtex to stick it down. I added 3 or 4 more layers and tried to let them set. It took a while for it to fully set up, several hours before I was satisfied with it. I also put a thin layer over my eyebrows, it's easy to get out just tedious.

After I had finished with all the Fauxtex I painted my whole face with white grease paint (Not on my eyelids though, those needed to stay clean for the application of false eyelashes) even painting the corners of my mouth leaving some unpainted for later and let that dry. I also applied some white powder over it so I wouldn't smear the paint and to help it set.  

Once the base was done, I applied the pink blush to my cheeks and drew some light lines with eyeliner along the areas I wanted cracks. I also painted in my eyebrows at this point and did the lower lid eyeliner. I took a small pair of scissors and clipped along the drawn lines where I wanted the deep cracks. I filled in the cut areas with black paint, and then shaded along the outside of the cracks using dark brown and gray eye shadows. Then I applied the fake lashes and blue eye shadow, I also put mascara on my natural lashes so they would blend in with the fake ones better.

I wandered around the hive and got some opinions on the makeup, after which I decided to add another deep crack and got opinions again. After the last round of opinions I tried to fade out some of the smaller cracks to make it look more like cracked porcelain and less like a black growth of vines on my face. I think the final product is pretty good.

Next weekend it will be the real deal and I might share some pictures of the whole costume. :)

Some Random Information For You.

I like horror movies and television shows. I laugh if someone startles me and I have been making efforts to startle people in the house or just generally be creepy. The Nord gets up really early for work. Yesterday morning I went down to go to the bathroom and it was chilly so I had a dark green sheet wrapped around me. I heard The Nord shuffling around in his room and froze in the hallway. I was considering crouching down and scuttling into the dining room to hide behind the table when he opened the door. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his door handle so I just put my arms over my head and brought my hands together to make myself look taller. I heard the door open so I just stayed still. He didn't say anything so I slowly started shuffling down the hall and I didn't hear him move. When I reached the end of the hallway I went ahead and turned around to look at him and we both had a good laugh. He thought it was The Man being weird or something because I had made myself look taller.

Earlier in the morning I had startled The Beard. It was probably 3 a.m. and I heard someone poking around downstairs so I crept down to see who was wandering about. He was standing at the sink getting a drink of water. I stood just inside the kitchen (which also happens to be right next to his cabinets). I didn't say a word just watched. When he turned his eyes were still half closed from sleep and as he got closer they popped open because there was suddenly a person nearby.

Later on I startled Pixie. She was standing in the kitchen making her morning coffee. I wandered in, I guess I was just really quiet. I leaned to the side and looked up as she was pouring the water into the machine and I said "Can you make a little extra for me?" Her reaction was pretty funny because she was still half asleep so she stood up straight, looked right at me, and then facepalmed. I heard her breath come out in one big whoosh and then she laughed and told me not to sneak up on her.

At any given time during the day or night I might pop around a corner or just lurk silently in the room without the lights on. I am infinitely amused by it. I am not so sure everyone else is. They seem to take it in good humor but sometimes I wonder if I am getting on their nerves. 0.o
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Nah, there is no way as weird as we all are here I highly doubt it....:P

Eating Paste...

Well before I get into the meat of this entry I wanted to give you a simple doodle of Pixie. She is very petite and she dates The Nord who is probably a good foot and a half taller than her, but they seem happy and that's all that matters. ^_^ Mostly, she is friendly but kind of spacey. Not in a bad way, in the endearing Luna Lovegood kind of way. Although, she can and will get angry if you push her enough: Generally, she's pretty mellow.

Now Let's get on with this entry shall we?

When I was very young (probably still in kindergarten) I tended to have a simplistic view of life, just the same as most children that age group.

I liked finger paints, and artistic things. One of my teachers said on an interim report that I was imaginative and got along well with others but when it came to sharing I had a hard time keeping my stories limited to real life things. In other words I told a lot of tall tales.

So I was an imaginative kid to say the least. At some point we were working on a project in class that required paste. I'm not even sure if schools use paste anymore.

It was Elmer's Glue Paste.

It was a white bottle-looks like a plastic jar. The cap was that bright orange characteristic of Elmer's. The cap had a little knob for holding and when you opened it there was a flat stick attached to the inside lid for scooping the paste out of the jar and smooshing it on things. The paste itself looked thick and gritty.

It smelled funny like Elmer's glue usually smells. I was busily smearing the paste all over a piece of paper-I don't even remember what I was trying to make-I just remember spattering it all over the page with great joy.

I stopped because a sound had caught my attention. It sounded like someone eating, so I turned to look behind me. I'm not sure what I expected to see, maybe I was hoping someone had candy or ice cream. Instead there was a little boy.

He was shoveling paste into his mouth like it was the most amazing thing he had ever eaten in his life. That image has stuck with me this long, I don't think I will be forgetting it any time soon.

I thought maybe it was one of those things that smells weird but tastes pretty good like vegetables or Chinese food. He looked like he was enjoying it after all...
As a matter of fact, he made that paste look like it was the best thing a person would ever taste. I figured if he enjoyed it so much it couldn't taste that bad.

~Now perhaps part of my problem these days is the fact I have not lost that open-minded simplicity most children have. If someone else likes it, well I might as well give it a try. Unless it is some kind of bodily waste I do have to draw a line somewhere~

Anyway, I figured if he liked it so much it was certainly worth a try. I was pretty excited by this point. This is potentially something delicious and I had a whole jar of it available for my pleasure. At this point, it seemed kind of like a child's version of the Holy Grail:

I have this saved as "ElmersHolyPaste" in case you were wondering.

  I dipped the little stick into the jar and dug out a big healthy heap of paste. Obviously it still smelled weird so I decided to be more cautious with this new delicacy. Instead of stuffing the paste into my mouth like the boy behind me I stuck out my tongue and licked a little off the dipstick..
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I promptly spat the paste out and stared at the boy confusedly. It is-to date- the most horrendous tasting thing I have ever had the displeasure of attempting to eat. I imagine if Desperation and Hate got together and made a gritty, chunky, pudding it would taste like Elmer's Glue Paste.

So here is my warning to you: Never eat paste, it's disgusting.

Things to say!

I think I mentioned pixie a few times, I explained that Obnoxious and TrollDiva were leaving. We have a new member of the Trollhive now, but I am not sure what I should call him for the purpose of my blog. I think for now I will let you know there is a new male member of the Trollhive.

Other random assorted news includes the fact I will be starting online school again on September 3rd (Go Me!). Which is very cool indeed, I'm going back for an MS in Psychology, wOOt wOOt.

Other things I have been considering is putting my hair in Dread Locks. I think I will do something temporary to see how I like the general look before I put all that work in to doing it.

My doodle of myself does not accurately depict some things about me, like the fact my hair is really long and I prefer to dress mostly in black. I won't call myself Goth, as a matter of fact I hate what that label implies, but when I get dressed up because I feel like it, and put makeup on; I always tend to go on the more extreme side. Like this:

It helps propagate the label that I am very fair skinned naturally. I also tend to throw things together or make clothes because I like them. My arm warmers I made from some child size stockings I bought at Wal-Mart after Halloween. I've seen some decent fishnet shirts made out of fishnet pantie hose. I also have a bin full of old zippers in a variety of colors. When I find that perfect pair of jeans I intend on covering them in rainbow colored zippers.

I think the reason I hate people calling me Goth is because I don't have the personality that most people think of when they spit the word out like a vile curse. I just think black suits my figure better and since my humor errs on the morbid side in every day situations I like skulls, coffins, and other morbid paraphernalia. My style actually tends to be a mash up of "Goth", "Grunge" and "Hippie" Honestly, I don't like labels on people much, they tend to do more harm than good. Sometimes you never know what could be under the surface, I might look all dark and creepy but I am really very friendly and outgoing most of the time. If I'm not feeling friendly and outgoing I'll stay home.

So there is what is going on here in a nutshell. Plus, a little insight about this blog keeper. Oh by the way, The Man really likes this picture, he says it is cute and captures a lot of who I am. Which is to say pretty darn goofy despite the black clothes and the startling make up.

Working things out.

So I have three or four blog entries laid out on paper and I need to fabricate the images for them. I also need to create an entry about pixie so everyone can get to know her. The Obnoxious One and TrollDiva have decided to move out; it seems they have found something that is more within their comfortable budget range. Also Dude will be moving back with his parents because his father just had a major surgery and Dude is needed.


So this means the TrollHive will be populated with Yours Truly, The Man, IronMan, Dobby, The Nord, Pixie, and The Beard.


On a more interesting note I discovered something interesting today that I did not know. I am particularly fond of a duo titled "The Dresden Dolls" The song linked here is NSFW, and you probably won't want any children in the room either. The point is I like the odd styling and the content is warped enough it suites my humor. I discovered that this Amanda Palmer, is married to Neil Gaiman. If you watched Coraline then you know of Neil Gaiman. The two seem perfectly suited for each other and I was not in the least surprised. It did interest me though.

To switch to the topic of this blog, I have been contemplating a video entry because it is hard to get a gauge of my humor through writing since much of it also involves my body. I am a very...animated speaker and it is something that gets lost when writing blog entries. I don't intend to switch to vlogging or any other such thing, I enjoy the writing and I enjoy my art work. I simply thought it would be a good gesture to let people have an image to go along with the printed word.

I have also been deep in thought the past few days about what type of content should be in this video entry and how I should go about creating it. So in a nutshell I have been rather preoccupied lately, and for that I truly apologize. If it is any consolation at all, at least now it is known what I intend to do in the future....and hopefully it is in the NEAR future rather than some unknown variable of time in the equation.

Twat Waffles and Twiddle Parties

Apparently people find me to be very amusing when I am tired. Perhaps this is because I don't have a filter for all the random inside my brain.

Talking to Pixie and TrollDiva about lots of assorted things, like the running joke that the ladies throw twiddle parties while the men are away. We once went into great detail about running naked through the house. Wearing party hats and making a lot of noise with our penis-shaped vuvuzela's.

Today, Pixie asked to borrow my lighter so I scrunched up my face and said "No". Then I gestured at my lap and handed it to her while saying "twat lighter". I looked at TrollDiva and smiled saying Pixie was touching my twat and it only seemed fair since Pixie makes me touch her "D" all the time. Which "D" is what she calls her lighter on a tether in case you were wondering. Then I called Pixie a twatwaffle which brought about the conversation of Blue Waffles. Pixie was not aware of the meaning of either so TrollDiva educated Pixie on the matter of Blue Waffles. After which I made commentary to the affect that I was trying to figure out what could cause a Blue Waffle. This in turn spurred TrollDiva to look it up. In case you were wondering about that; there is no known disease that causes it, and it was originally a prank played on a mayor.

TrollDiva is wearing a shirt with cherries on it so I said she was all cherries today. Then I promptly asked if you could pop those cherries. She looked at me in a comically suggestive way and said "you know it". To which I replied " have you guys ever heard that song ' pop that coochay'?" They laughed at me because that was how I said it, and then immediately followed that by saying "I heard it scroll by in my head". Which only served to make them laugh more.

I'm a weirdo.

Apathetic Rage Depression

Sorry, I really haven't been writing very much. I don't think I posted anything at all last month and then I felt guilty, because of the guilt: I posted one I was holding back so I could at least have something this month. That said; I've been in a funk.

A weird apathetic/rage/depression. I am not sure what you would call it. It started off with just being irritated at everything all the time. Those things that infuriate your obsessive compulsive tendencies but you can't yell at people about it because not everyone is anal retentive about these things.

Not just those but also other things that normally would just be a nuisance enraged me to the point I felt like droppin' plates [Insert Disturbed song here] just to hear something break so I could feel better.

I'm aware these things either can't be helped (like the cat), or they are some weird quirk of my own so I feel bad even bringing it up.

I'm guessing my lack of expression, or lack of ability to express the irritation led to the apathy. I am currently still in the (more or less) apathetic depression.

At first I just stayed in my room, balled up on my bed, buried under the covers with no motivation to get up and do anything. The cat draped across my head did not bother me, and when she started to purr, it did not soothe me. I just felt very motivated to do nothing but lay there.

I thought maybe if I forced myself up and to socialize I might feel better. They say that if you keep smiling and trying to be happy, eventually you will be. That, my friends, is a LIE. For the past several weeks I have been forcing myself out of bed and socializing with the housemates. I genuinely smile, laugh, and talk, but I still don't feel happy. I don't feel anything. HAHAHAHA-oh kind of thing happening.


Then when I did start feeling things again (which I do now but only just) it is brief moments of extreme sadness or bright flashes of anger. Mostly, I spend my time thinking. The moments of sadness generally come with the thinking. The flashes of anger when I am out in the common areas.

I constantly have an inner monologue going on because of the heightened awareness of EVERYTHING, that came with this strange state of existence.

So that's kind of my daily battle. Now don't get me wrong here, The house is not a filthy mess. I just notice every little thing that has any possibility of annoying me. Especially since I have a weird super power for it now. Oh. LISTEN PUNY NON-GINGERS! THE NEIGHBOR TO OUR LEFT PUT THE TOILET PAPER ON THE ROLL WRONG!


Snap awake from a restless sleep. THE CAT WILL PUT HER BUTT ON MY HEAD IN EXACTLY...3...2...1. catbutt. I'm not even sure whether to be grateful for the apathy most of the time or not. At least if I just feel "meh" I'm not, NOT happy, but I'm not angry or depressed either.

Time marches on.

Fights: Finish Him!

Where to start? First, let me say I am a redhead, sometimes called ginger, often called grumpy. It's frustrating that any grumpiness or anger I might show is attributed to the color of my hair; rather than the fact I might have a legitimate reason for being upset. People make jokes about my not having a soul so I stare at them intently and tell them to continue speaking and soon they will not have one either.

Any way the point is that when I was a child I was shy and quiet but I did indeed have an awe-inspiring temper. It was not easily set off but some things triggered it instantaneously. I have only been in a handful of fights my whole life and most of them were with boys. This is the first fight I was ever involved in.

When I was probably about 7 years old I was wandering around the neighborhood by myself, minding my own business, poking at sticks, and random debris trying to find something to do. I heard someone start shouting things at me. When I looked it was a boy about my own age.

I pretty much ignored him and continued poking through the debri looking for something interesting. Keep in mind I had never met this boy before. He started making fun of me, my clothing, my hair, and what I was doing. So I stopped poking around and went to say something to him. I approached calmly and told him he needed to stop being mean to me because I didn't do anything to him.

For some unknown reason when I was telling him to stop he started to hit me with a stick that I had previously not noticed. Being the type of person I was at the time I blocked his strikes with my arms and was probably just going to leave and go home. I was never the confrontational type, actually I was kind of a wimp. But the boy starts insulting my mother and my sisters. How he knew I even had sisters is beyond me. Unfortunately for him, this has always been something that sent me over the edge into full on rage. From any perspective it's kind of like my version of hulking out. I'm sitting there one second talking to you and trying to get you to stop whatever it is and the next there is a very angry redhead in your face (which I have been informed is very terrifying indeed).

Growing several feet and my hair going all DBZ is probably an exaggeration.

I then snatched that stick out of his hands and proceeded to beat him with it until he was curled up in a ball pleading with me to stop.

In that moment I realized what I was doing and was faced with a moral dilemma. In a matter of seconds I realized I was not behaving any better than he, I had caused another human pain (that wasn't related to me), he was now lying on the ground crying, and finally it dawned that I might get in trouble. At the last realization I dropped the stick and hauled ass home as quickly as my little legs would carry me.

When I made it home I pretended nothing had happened and hoped that nothing would come of my suprising momentary rage. A few minutes passed and I was beginning to relax when there was a knock at the door.

I cautiously peered around the corner and stared at the front door. My parents opened the door and there stood an old man and the smug face of that terrible little boy. 

As you can imagine my parents were pretty angry and they told the old man they would discipline me accordingly. When the two left my parents turned to talk to me about it. They were legitimately confused because it was not in my nature to just beat someone with a stick for no reason. So I told them what had happened. I didn't get in any trouble at all. They told me I had better never start a fight, but I should always be the one to finish it.

This is how I learned it's okay to beat people up as long as they aren't related to me and they start the fight.
(Rule not applicable to siblings especially).

Blap..

I have recently been binging on South Park. Got bored and drew faces of some of the characters on balloons which I then taped to the wall over my desk. Around my skylanders poster.

So here they are. :) Kyle, Kenny, Butters, Cartman, Stan, and Tweak. The Man thought it was funny. I am very grateful he tolerates my weirdness.

In other Troll Hive news; Sadly, Dumbell and Coffee Monster have decided to move out at the end of the month. :(

I also have pictures of Dude and IronMan I created for your viewing pleasure. :D

 

The Nord has moved in for house maintenance. I have a little doodle of him, some art eye candy for you. 

 I also have a picture of Dobby for you, he has moved in as resident housekeeper. Not the rooms, just the common areas.

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Seriously though. I have a doodle for you. This is my doodle of Dobby just for you.

 

I think that is everyone here and everyone going. I took a little time with my doodles because I thought I would try and do something a bit different with them. 

For Easter The Man and I created some tiny Easter baskets for everyone, and we filled 73 eggs with assorted things such as foam animal stickers, mustache stickers, jelly beans, poppers, balloons, Easter grass, and Confetti. Then we hid all the eggs around the house. We slept on the couch so we could be there when everyone got up and started looking for them. It was fun watching everyone being confused when they spotted an Easter egg somewhere, then they spent half the morning looking for more. :D

Downloading in Progress

I'm working on images for everyone in the house but two new people have moved in so it is hectic. This brings the house count to 9 if you've been following at all.

The Obnoxious One and TrollDiva
*NEW* The Beard. He has a beard, he is a cave troll, and he likes Ponies.
Dumbell and Coffee Monster
The Man and Yours Truly (ME dummy!)
Iron Man
*NEW* Dude (Name in progress), Big guy, really into politics, kind of a survivalist but he gives off a serious surfer vibe.

Did I mention The Obnoxious One and The Beard are brothers? Yea well, they are. Iron man has a chocobo chirp as a sound on his phone, I think for texts. Since his room is next to mine I often hear the chocobo chirping in the other room. It makes me smile. I only thought of it because I just heard it chirping. 0.o

Dude is harder for me to describe, he has moved a huge emergency stash of food into the basement. He has a lot of survival gear and he really likes guns. He is also very into politics and he is an activist in his chosen "whatevers". This is really at odds with his laid back manner of speaking and shoulder length hair, which gives him a very "Surfer Dude" kind of vibe. I don't think anyone has ever seen him frown. 0.0

The Beard. What I said earlier about him is a pretty good summary, did I mention he likes Ponies? Yes well, he does and The Obnoxious One hates them on principle. I like them well enough as long as they stay sweet and innocent. I bought a pack of Pony stickers in Wal-mart for a dollar and slipped them into the crack of his door so they would stick out over the doorknob. Forgot to ask if he liked them.

I got pictures drawn for the Five people on the main floor. If you've read some of my previous entries you have seen myself and The Man. I will add Iron Man and Dude later.

So there they are, now mind you my crappy doodles are not an accurate representation of what they look like; they are just a face to go with a name here. I tried to get hair and eye colors right where I could. If they wear glasses I drew them with glasses, but I figure a gist is better than nothing at all.

I've been glued to neopets again. They have this war thing going on where you can join a faction. I joined The Awakened, the faction of undead lead by Xweetok twins that make me think of the twins in the Shining. *Come play with us Sammie, Come play with us*

They are undead obsessed with battling for the obelisk because they believe there is cake inside. Everyone else is there for the usual things, riches, knowledge, or power. We just want some cake dammit. I drew a picture of the twins the other day because it was stuck in my head and I couldn't do anything else if I didn't draw them first. I'll show that to you!

Well that about sums up everything in a nutshell. Enjoy!

The Troll Hive Introductions

I'm not sure really, I thought I should say something. I want to introduce you all to my housemates but I haven't had the time to draw up the pictures yet.

The Troll Hive has an Arch Nemesis now! We were discussing conquering the neighbors when I mentioned we should put a sign at the end of the drive way saying we were auditioning for arch nemeses. Everyone thought that was a grand idea, but we didn't get to it in a few days. I noticed a friend on facebook talking about being at "The Cove" and then I remembered she knew of a similar domicile that referred to themselves as "Neckbeard Cove". So I asked if they would be interested in being our Arch Nemesis and they agreed and then promptly started discussing battle tactics.

They have a cat named Wilford Brimley who is also called Tank. This provided me much amusement.

I will however familiarize you with the names the people will be called and some of their characteristics.

I will start in one end of the house and move accordingly. The Obnoxious one and TrollDiva. This is a couple. The obnoxious one and I have a mutual agreement not to like each other but we manage to live peaceably enough as we both know where the other stands. He is loud, and most times has no volume control; however, I think this is something he has no control over as it tends to escalate when he get's excited about something. He also calls himself a tool bag and puts effort into being as much of an asshole as possible.  TrollDiva is his girlfriend. She is titled TrollDiva for a reason. She is often quiet but very sneaky when it comes to playing tricks on people. She provides most of us great joy because she likes to get The Obnoxious One worked into a frenzy over the smallest things. For example; her red glitter ceiling fan. Imagine Dorothy's slippers from The Wizard of Oz. She will also lock the door when you walk outside, get the DJ to Rick Roll a wedding party, hide your belongings when you aren't looking, and write "Bag of Dicks" In your inventory list on character sheets when you aren't looking.

Next is Dumbell and Coffee Monster. I might change coffee monster later but for now that is fitting enough. This is also a couple. Dumbell named himself by the way. He is a health and fitness whiz who works out regularly and happens to have ADD. I think he'd probably lose his junk if he didn't have his hand on it all the time. His wife is the Coffee Monster. She drinks coffee all the time, as a matter of fact I rarely see her without a coffee in hand. We all make it a goal in life to say and do things to watch them visibly twitch when we short circuit things in their brains. They are so expressive! The other day I went into the living room when Dumbell was playing the Xbox and said to him thoughtfully "Do you know what I like to do sometimes when I'm alone?" I lifted my thumbs and looked at them carefully and then stuck them to my boobs "I like to superglue my thumbs to my nipples and pretend I'm a T-rex! Raaaaawwwwr!" I even flailed my hands around and pranced around with my legs bent at the knee to make it more convincing.

We have a new addition to the Troll Hive, I haven't decided what I shall call him. He seems to have a fondness for screen names that evoke disgust so I might go along that vein but I'm not sure. He also has not been here long enough for me to get a gauge on an apt name. I was thinking I might refer to him as Iron Man because he has metal rods in his spine. For the moment you will know him as Iron Man until I can think of something more permanent.

Now I have three other people to talk to you about. They frequent here often, and two of them may live here one day so I might as well make the introductions.

The Angry One. He has an infinite amount of rage and everything he says often drips sarcasm. I blame the fact that his mother is British and I think the sarcasm is genetic. He cringes if I move too fast, it makes me happy inside. Sometimes I run at him to watch him flinch. Then I just stop and grin at him stupidly. He likes pancakes. A lot.

Dobby. Dobby is my little brother by choice. We call him Dobby because if and when he moves in he chose a large storage closet and house chores for a reduced rent. He has some backbone but tends to be more of a follower than a leader. I'm tough on him but he's trying to get his crap together. However, this is my little brother here so if anyone says anything bad about him I'll punch them in the face.

The Nord (Like Skyrim, only he actually has Scandinavian heritage and follows a Norse religion). A big hairy guy who always has a serious case of plumbers crack. He is also a chosen little brother. I'm harder on him though because he needs to get his crap together. Again, no one is allowed to be mean to him or I'll kick them in the junk too. We were working together and I noticed his plumbers crack and told him to wash his ass with pimple cream. He said something to the effect of he knew he should to which I quipped "it might as well be pretty if it's going to hang out all day".

Anyway, those are the people that live here and the regulars. I might change names if I think of something more suitable but this will do for the time being.