Halloo, Backtalking sunshines and moonshines! We’ve already gone back and forth and back again in Resurrection Week. How did we do it? Wellllll...
PeeWee Herman found cold comfort in the divine, which freeze us all.
Graby revived the legend of the Cave of Caerbannog, except in some folks’ backyard. And with an icky snake that fucking deserved to have something eat its tail.
LaChategris couldn’t sleep, and offered doses of both harmony and cacophony, as does the Universe.
CarlySparkles tried to recruit minions for a fangirling domination scheme, and get them drunk in honor of her 21st rebirth. And we were encouraged to otherwise use our noodles by Ebola, which if you think about it... Ebola noodles do not sound so reviving at all. But for those still in need of a little whine with their soup, I’m sure Snrchapalooza will be back to hear your woes.
Wednesgoatsday arose early to stand upon the hump and Fanfiction Tuesday technically happened on Wednesday. Kristinbytes brought films back to the noir while Teapot brought Snax’s sushi back up (eww) and engaged in some fish-related taunting.
Okay, fine. Here’s some good stuff people who aren’t me said: We know we were all thinking it; Miss Norma brings subtlety for an encore; Dawnell gives us a reference on the storied history of dodos; and I can’t help thinking of goat arms made of doilies now.