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“I say Wolf, for all wolves are not of the same sort; there is one kind with an amenable disposition — neither noisy, nor hateful, nor angry, but tame, obliging and gentle, following the young maids in the streets, even into their homes. Alas! Who does not know that these gentle wolves are of all such creatures the most dangerous!”
( THE WOLF FROM AESOP'S FABLES. )
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| the wolf takes care of things. |
[29 May 2008|03:26pm] |
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Got two hours of sleep and a phone call from my younger brother saying he wants to visit New York. Probably gonna have to feed and house him, so before he rolls into town -- any problems? Anything I need to know or deal with? Last call to hassle me with questions and concerns, because I'm not gonna give a damn once he's here. He's not a tale, so I can't go running off to deal with shit that can't be easily explained. So, uh, all of you stay out of the hospital for a shitting week, alright?
Oh, and Lamontagne. [...] Eva. Got a singer on my hands who is, as it turns out, a massive fan of yours. Eyes turned to saucers when she heard I knew you. Think she wants to buy a painting.
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| 12. the wolf washes his hands of this. |
[01 Apr 2008|10:18pm] |
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Well. At least there's no magic.
[...]
Right?
I mean, shit. Say what you like about practical jokes + their redundancy and/or entertainment value -- at least they aren't half the bitch and trouble of magical shenanigans. Not giving ideas here, or anything. Probably have your head on a stake if you tried.
[Later:]
Left the Pen to go to my other office. But kinda forgot that non-tales indulge in this goddamn holiday just as well as anyone else. Turns out all of my office furniture's been moved into the elevator. Jesus christ.
Think I'll just sit here for a while.
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| 11. the librarian takes the night off. |
[18 Mar 2008|02:03am] |
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Not on duty tonight
problems are your fucking own for now
even if tale leprechauns fly over from England and rain gold in the streets of NY and kick your asses in a brawl-----
Cope.
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| 10. the wolf is amused, against his better judgement. |
[04 Mar 2008|03:48pm] |
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[After Murdock's post.]
Huh. Did Murdock finally succeed in his quest to turn the compendiums into a speed dating service while I wasn't looking? One manly piece of stud meat? Smokin' hot like a pop tart? The look? Jesus, you guys. Perry, man, think we've gotta look out for sudden women being thrown in our direction. Like curveballs with curves. Not like that's anything new, but still. Shit.
[...]
Help, help, I'm being objectified.
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| 9. the wolf watches some animation. |
[11 Feb 2008|09:49pm] |
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"We are one, you and I, we are like the earth and sky. "
Yeah. Okay. The Lion King 2: Simba's Pride. There's your "lovely" message of the day, Edwina. Very inspirational. And ought to strike a chord with you two, Adam and Lil, eh? After extensive Disney watching with my niece, I've come to the conclusion that all the sequels are shitty beyond reason, and should never have been made. 'cept for Simba's Pride, that one's tolerable.
Did you know that there are three fuckin Cinderella movies? Unbelievable, I swear to god.
I need to get out of here soon.
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| 8. locked to all aesopeans. |
[01 Feb 2008|03:34pm] |
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Well, look at that. Quote of the day, Aesop: "Better be wise by the misfortunes of others than by your own."
Our creator's words of wisdom just get you all warm and fuckin' fuzzy, don't they.
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[27 Dec 2007|05:39pm] |
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When you start seeing advertisements for flatulent Santa ringtones, you know the holiday has gone too far. Jesus christ.
On the other hand, I do have a goddamn delightful new rug for the office, which is where you'll find me until the new year. And Edwina, thank you for the presents -- but, uh, you sure about this card? It won't shut up.
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[29 Nov 2007|05:36pm] |
Now that the proverbial cat's out of the proverbial bag, I can finally say: whoever did this, I am not damn pleased. I was supposed to fly out to San Fran last week for one of those elusive family get-togethers, but due to this magical items mess-up, I missed Thanksgiving dinner. And my mother's turkey is amazing, you guys. So I hope you're enjoying the chaos, kids -- whoever's responsible, well, you made your bed, now you gotta lie in it.
Oh jesus two proverbs in one entry
However, the eagle has finally landed. Was that a third? Shit. Uh, that is, made her wayward and meandering path back to the rest of the fables, which means our small ranks just increased by one. Say hi to Natalie. She'll be staying in the Pen, too. Welcome back, babe.
Try not to scam her out of anything too valuable.
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[24 Oct 2007|12:15am] |
I see the rumor mill's already been turning, steady as ever. So, yeah, it's true: we have a masquerade every year around Halloween. This time around, it'll be on Friday the 2nd OF NOVEMBER. A week's advance warning gives you more than enough time to make way for parties in the Pen, right? Costumes highly necessary. Masks likely. Buffet food provided, though nothing too dreadfully fancy. Do not be alarmed if you pass brightly-colored confetti in the hallways for a while. Velvet, do you want to take care of the decorations?
Do take the opportunity to come. Community-based social events are a perfect chance to integrate with the rest of your society and get to know your peers, blah, blah, insert diplomatic schpiel here. Just come. It'll be shitloads of fun. And lastly, don't spike the punch. The official notice is that your librarians won't be pleased. Though I wouldn't mind too much.
( And a few messages for Bob Trowbridge, Francesca DeVain, Verena Gordon, Kaya Lawless, Frank Carter, Luna Jones. )
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[08 Oct 2007|12:05am] |
If any of you've tried to knock on my door sometime in the past week: sorry, no dice, I've been off doing vastly intriguing things on the west coast. Mostly involving wrapping up some long overdue album releases, but that's beside the point. Point being, I'm back in town and in my regular suite, ready to address the good old Pentamerone concerns: no one murdered or dead? any new manifestations? New Yorkies haven't declared war us yet? Anser hasn't exploded with the arrival of Yet Another Princess?
You know what, let's do a headcount of my own. All you little fables — otherwise known as the collective pain in my ass — c'mon and speak up. I've seen Rowanne's face lurking around. Eddy, you owe me a drink. And Carson's going to be staying with us in the Pen for a while onwards. Try not to listen to him too much.
And for any of the new hands writing in this thing; I'm Noah Connell. Head of Aesop's. It's highly likely that we'll see each other around. And while I'm on this thing, someone recommend me a book that doesn't talk back. I'm thinking reading will iron out my erratic sleeping patterns.
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