Sryashta spins golden yarn inside which she weaves your fate. (If you are a good and kind person, she may just take matters into her own capable hands and improve it.)
She is the goddess of good fortune and serves as the household assistant of Mokosh, the Slavic earth goddess.
It's really, really cool. I wish you could HEAR it. You know, this might be a lovely way to get rid of a tiny bit of that windfall you're fretting over. You can get a Vader one, too, so NOS & NTS could really go at it. And the guy at FAO Schwarz told me they'll have the two-sided Darth Maul saber in about two weeks . . .
(See, I *told* you I love spending other peoples' money!)
Alan Rickman, yes. The Snape in my head . . . no. Ick. What woman doesn't love a good bad boy? Remember back when Pearl Jam made their first appearance, when Eddie Vedder was all angst-ridden and jerk-like? The first time I saw him I think I literally swooned.
One day--not anytime soon, but one day--over drinks, I will explain to y'all how I used my hard-won knowledge of the Allure of the Bad Boy (and it's evil stepsister, the Siren Song of the Jerk) to convince my wife to fall in love with me.
But first I had to practice.
-J., more of a cross between the twins and Lupin, myself
Okay, that's a success story I'd love to hear. And I was just explaining to Teddy--we're on Azkaban now--why Remus Lupin is one of my favorite Hogwarts teachers. :-)
Carolyn--one of the nice things about having an only child is that the only kid who will get unwillingly beaten with that light saber (I'm thinking it would sting like a wiffle ball bat, as it's made of just slightly softer plastic) is my nephew who will at first enjoy the attention from his older cousin . . . and then retaliate.
Joke, I am having a verrrrry tough time envisioning you as a bad boy. Sorry, my friend. It's hard to imagine a bad boy in custom-made shirts and a pockety square : ) I look forward to that story.
The short answer is that I faked being a Bad Boy. Wasn't the first time I ever, um, adapted my personality to suit the circumstances.
Let's just say in my youth (Fr. William replied to his son) I had skills honed as a consequence of a deep and abiding love for the stage and a rather Macchiavellian gift for marketing.
But at heart, I'm a Lupin/Twins conflation. 2/3 Lupin, 1/3 Twins.
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LOVE it!
NOS & NTS will be deeply covetous.
-J.
It's really, really cool. I wish you could HEAR it. You know, this might be a lovely way to get rid of a tiny bit of that windfall you're fretting over. You can get a Vader one, too, so NOS & NTS could really go at it. And the guy at FAO Schwarz told me they'll have the two-sided Darth Maul saber in about two weeks . . .
(See, I *told* you I love spending other peoples' money!)
NTS is clearly Darth Something material, whereas NOS is more the Luke Skywalker naif.
Me, I'm more a Sir Alec Guinness type.
-J., practicing the Jedi Mind trick
Obi-Wan is dreamy and my Jedi of choice. But oh! That Solo gets me every time!
I can totally hear it in my head.
and when Han Solo is being frozen...my heart!
I bet you guys would let yourselves get picked up by Severus Snape, also.
-J., who knows the type
Alan Rickman, yes. The Snape in my head . . . no. Ick. What woman doesn't love a good bad boy? Remember back when Pearl Jam made their first appearance, when Eddie Vedder was all angst-ridden and jerk-like? The first time I saw him I think I literally swooned.
I miss Grunge.
Mmmmm, Severus Snape. I also find the actor who plays Lucius Malfoy positiviely delectable.
We love Star Wars at our house, too.
That pic is too cool. My little ones would both covet that! They would each get one and proceed to hit each other over the head!
Alan Rickman...mmmmmmmm.
One day--not anytime soon, but one day--over drinks, I will explain to y'all how I used my hard-won knowledge of the Allure of the Bad Boy (and it's evil stepsister, the Siren Song of the Jerk) to convince my wife to fall in love with me.
But first I had to practice.
-J., more of a cross between the twins and Lupin, myself
Okay, that's a success story I'd love to hear. And I was just explaining to Teddy--we're on Azkaban now--why Remus Lupin is one of my favorite Hogwarts teachers. :-)
Carolyn--one of the nice things about having an only child is that the only kid who will get unwillingly beaten with that light saber (I'm thinking it would sting like a wiffle ball bat, as it's made of just slightly softer plastic) is my nephew who will at first enjoy the attention from his older cousin . . . and then retaliate.
Joke, I am having a verrrrry tough time envisioning you as a bad boy. Sorry, my friend. It's hard to imagine a bad boy in custom-made shirts and a pockety square : )
I look forward to that story.
The short answer is that I faked being a Bad Boy. Wasn't the first time I ever, um, adapted my personality to suit the circumstances.
Let's just say in my youth (Fr. William replied to his son) I had skills honed as a consequence of a deep and abiding love for the stage and a rather Macchiavellian gift for marketing.
But at heart, I'm a Lupin/Twins conflation. 2/3 Lupin, 1/3 Twins.
-J.
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