Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

“Wait.” House says. “What are you doing?” Damon continues erasing. “No change House. Change house. Move door.” “So.” “No move door. Moving door closes bridge. Moving door is bad.” Damon says as he finishes cleaning off the white board. “This is eloquent?” House asks looking at Mural Man. “No one can stop me from changing my appearance when I want to.” “Duuude...what Damon is trying to say is that if you change yourself, you'll have to close the bridge during construction. We don't know when anyone is coming back. We need to wait and keep things open man.” Ray says. “First of all.” House says. “I'm not a man. I'm me. I'm the house. If I don't do this now I'll never get a makeover. Do you have any idea how full this place is getting? I feel bloated. All the time . I need to update my looks regularly. I'm independent. When you're independent and a big deal you have to keep upg

   Writer Lady   stands in front of the other bubble and studies it.   Finding what looks like the same spot Monitor Man has she places her hand on the bubble’s outside.   The bubble warms and begins to glow.   Monitor Man looks over and studies her progress.   “Only use a little pressure.”   She adjusts the pressure that she is using.   “A little less…a little less… be gentle.”   He says.   He watches as she adjusts pressure.   “Do you have any concept of how to use a soft touch?”   “Um…yeah?”   Writer Lady eases up a little.   “You need to ease up.”     “I just did.”   “Ease up a bit more.” Writer Lady looks at Monitor Man.    “It doesn’t like me.”   She says.   “Don’t be silly just ease up.”   Monitor Man eases into his bubble even more.   “Relax.” Writer Lady wiggles around a bit in an effort to look relaxed.   When the bubble begins to respond she does begin to relax.   “Keep relaxing.”   Monitor Man encourages.   “That’s good.   Step forward.”   The bub

“Thank you Damon.” Diomedes says, accepting the letter. It is wrapped in a heavy parchment envelope and has been secured with a wax seal. The seal pulsates with a strange pink glow. Dylan climbs up on to the couch to get a closer look. “It's glowing,” the tow haired boy says. Peter and Paige make their way to Diomedes' other side to inspect it. Furnatche runs over to Diomedes and whimpers until someone picks him up. The baby dragon sniffs at the envelope intensely and begins to purr. His fur begins to glow in the same pattern as the wax seal. “I didn't know that you could do that.” Dylan says reaching out to pet Furnatche. “He is a magical creature. He is simply recognizing the power of other magical creatures.” The seven foot dragon says. “He doesn't glow for you.” The four year-old points out. Diomedes smiles gently. “The magic of Faerie travels along a wide range of wavelengths. Clearly, I am from a different part of F