Guess who's back, everyone...have you all forgotten me, I wonder? *grins*

Much to think. Much to write. Much to say and do.

I have missed you all terribly, but I return now a new woman, alive as I have never been before.

I breathe the free air at last.

In other news, Quentin Tarantino is a goddamn genius, Hemingway is dead but still insufferable, Oscar as always reigns supreme, Patrick Stewart shall make it so, Robin Common has had far too much caffiene, and can also be found nowadays on Twitter.

Look to more words and wit coming your way soon!

Always Your Obedient Servant,

Robin Common (The Scribbler)

Hello dears!
Sorry I've neglected you all for so long; work here at the university is driving me mad.
I promise I'll give you some real work soon.
In the meanwhile...more memes.
And this is one which YOU all fill out, because you all care about me so much.
...
....
.....
......
.......right?
........RIGHT?!

Insecure writer is insecure.

YOS,

Robin Common, Posing Somdomite

(The Scribbler)

"What If.."
I died:
I kissed you:
I lived next door to you:
You found out I was married:
I stole something:
I was hospitalized:
I refused to leave my home:
I got into a fight while you were there:

"Would You.."
Help me hide a body:
Keep a secret if I told you one:
Hold my hand:
Take a bullet for me:
Try to solve my problems:
Love me:
Date me:

"Have You Ever.."
Lied to make me feel better:
Lied for me:
Wanted to kiss me:
Wanted to kill me:
Broke my heart:
Betrayed me:
Kept something important from me:
Thought I was unbearably annoying/felt like you couldn't stand me:


Who are you:
Are we friends:
When and how did we meet:
Describe me in three words:
What was your first impression:
Do you still think that way about me now:
What reminds you of me:
If you could give me anything, what would it be:
How well do you know me:
When was the last time you saw me:
Ever wanted to tell me something you couldn't:
Are you gonna repost this to see what I say about you:

Well my friends and fellow deviants, I've been tagged, and I fear the wrath tof the gods lest I disobey. In advance, I am most earnestly sorry for this. (sighs)
Right then, here we go:
{1}. Post these rules

{2}. Each tagged person must post 8 things about themselves on their journal.

{3}. At the end you must choose 8 people to tag, and post their icons on the same journal.

{4}. Go to their page and send a message saying you tagged them

{5}. No tag-backs (damn it!)

1) My favourite song in the world is Viva La Vida by Coldplay
2) I wear seven rings on my long, egregiously pale fingers, all silver
3) The prctical reason I have for not wearing dresses is that I can't sit properly in them
4) I adore mushroom quiche
5) I am a masochist
6) I know the words to every song from Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, and can never sing them because they don't sound right in my operatically-trained soprano
7) I am irrationally terrified of bees
8) There are times when I wake up in the morning, with pale light streaming in delicately through my bedroom window, the world inviting me out of my bed to taste its many delights...and I cannot move. I cannot get out of bed. I only stare blankly at the ceiling, deadly afraid that one day all I dreamed of will come true. And I'll be alone.

There is so much more to tell, but alas, only eight spaces.
That actually felt quite good.
Hmmm....I tag:

and, er...whoever the hell else wants to.

Sorry for making you sit through that!

YOS,

Robin Common, Posing Somdomite

(The Scribbler)

When you were inside your mom's tummy,
your mom suffered the pain that you gave to her,
and you thanked her by kicking her all day long.

(Even though my mother and the woman who bore me are two entiely different people)


When you were 1 year old,
your mom celebrated the first birthday of you,
you thanked her by crying all day long.


When you were 2 years old,
your mom started teaching you how to talk,
you thanked her by saying ummmumumumumamamama.


When you were 3 years old,
your mom brought you to the park,
you thanked her by running around the pond, and chasing the ducks.


When you were 4 years old,
your mom bought you some toys,
you thanked her by breaking the toys on the next day.


When you were 5 years old,
your mom bought you a story book and read it to you,
you thanked her by ripping it piece to piece.


When you were 6 years old,
your mom sent you to the kindergarten, so that you can start making friends,
but you thanked her by fighting with your classmate.


When you were 7 years old,
your mom made you a very nice lunch for the first day of school,
you thanked her by throwing your foods around the class.


When you were 8 years old,
your mom handed you an ice cream,
you thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.


When you were 9 years old,
she paid for piano lessons,
you thanked her by never even bothering to practice.


When you were 10 years old she drove you all day,
from soccer to football to one birthday party after another,
you thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.


When you were 11 years old,
she took you and your friends to the movies,
you thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.


When you were 12 years old,
she warned you not to watch certain TV shows,
you thanked her by waiting until she left the house.


When you were 13 years old,
she suggested a haircut that was becoming,
you thanked her by telling her she had no taste.


When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp,
you thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.


When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug,
you thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.


When you were 16, she taught you how to drive her car,
you thanked her by taking it every chance you could.


When you were 17, she was expecting an important call,
you thanked her by being on the phone all night.


When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation,
you thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.


When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition,
drove you to campus carried your bags. You
thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm
so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.


When you were 25, she helped to pay for your
wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply
she loved you. You thanked her by moving
halfway across the country.


When you were 50, she fell ill and
needed you to take care of her.
You thanked her by reading about
the burden parents become to their
children.


And then, one day, she quietly died.
And everything you never did came
crashing down like thunder on
YOUR HEART..


If you love your MOM & you thank her deeply,
repost this bulletin saying "I Cried Because Of This"

If you don't...
then you obviously don't care if your mom dies
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Please for the sake of moms around the world, repost this.

My mother is everything to me. She may not always understand, but I love her so much and want nothing more than to be the best daughter I can, to have her be proud.

Honestly now.

I'm not a woman easily drawn into conflicts which don't concern me, nor one easily incensed by such things. However, when people take hearsay evidence and brandish it smugly as indisputable fact, in order to impugn the honour of their fellow Deviant, I must say that is where I begin to be angry.
~spiritualrocket happens to be a friend of mine, as well as a man who creates beautiful words which serve to hold up a mirror to Life itself. He is an honourable man as well as a gentleman, and I must say I am disgusted by all of this nonsense about his being an internet predator.

It is absurd, and I cannot help but suspect that this ugliness toward him all of a sudden is the result of people blindly believing what they are told, rather than thinking things through for themselves, observing and weighing all evidence- and that means both sides of the story.

Now, you must realise, my beloved readers- I bear no true enmity towards the one who has put ~spiritualrocket to such undeserved scorn; this person is a good artist whom I respect. I hold him in the highest regard, despite the fact that what he has done and is doing still is unkind, vulgar, and generally distasteful.

As for the rest of you who were so quick to believe evil things, you would be well advised not to be so quick to erect the guillotine. You may end up chopping off a brilliant head.

YOS,

Robin Common (The Scribbler)