Talking In Your Walls - Blog Posts
It's one of the things I wanted to be once, but since I am a follower of rules, I instead desire them.
I am a strong advocate of bringing back that guy who messes people's lives up just a little bit, especially if they have their priorities in the wrong order.
I consider myself... an animator of sorts.
I HAVE MICROSOFT POWERPOINT AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT
My gay wedding plan
I am into your "evil adviser" type of gal. If I marry this type of woman, I’d hold my wedding in the former abode of one of our highest-ranked enemies whom we have vanquished. There would certainly be a hunting party involving some of the guests, especially annoying co-workers, where we set the beasts on them while blasting William Tell Overture.
I don’t really want to blow out the budget, so I will be expecting gifts of high value.
Fashion-wise I have two options. I'm thinking either gothic black outfits, or highly ornamented business suits/dresses that border on dandyism.
As for the ceremonies and walking down the aisle, that will be up to my wife as I don’t give too much heed to that. I would like to bind our union with a pact of blood, but it’s not a must.
But, there must be feasting and the food must be excellent and varied. I want the bagels of New York, Pizzas delivered hot from Sicily, Borscht from Bulgaria, the best Beef Jollofs of Nigeria, the Pop Tarts of Suburbia, Georgian wine, the best Jams from France and kale and orange juice for the guests who are disfavoured.
I’d also like to have the Fuck Ceremony, which will involve my friends getting outrageously drunk, while my wife and I loudly have relations in the other room. Though like everything, this depends on what my hypothetical wife wants.
There will be no strange heterosexual anomalies, such as separate stag and hen parties.
I will not be a Bridezilla, but will instead be a cold, calculating, Bride Vetinari and I will ensure the workers are well compensated enough to not inform the public of our excesses.
A slight breeze at this moment sprang up, and the great sails began to move, seeing which Don Quixote exclaimed, "Though ye flourish more arms than the giant Briareus, ye have to reckon with me."
So saying, and commending himself with all his heart to his lady Dulcinea, imploring her to support him in such a peril, with lance in rest and covered by his buckler, he charged at Rocinante's fullest gallop and fell upon the first mill that stood in front of him; but as he drove his lance-point into the sail the wind whirled it round with such force that it shivered the lance to pieces, sweeping with it horse and rider, who went rolling over on the plain, in a sorry condition.
- Chapter VIII, Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes
Just so you know… There is no “the queen”. Why?
There are so, so many queens.
They make up half of the human population.
We call them “women”.
Ahem, *coughs* 🤓. Don Quixote never succeeded in killing a windmill in the books. He was defeated.
Just so you know… There is no “the queen”. Why?
There are so, so many queens.
They make up half of the human population.
We call them “women”.