9-10ths_Penguin

I don't know, chatting is so scary. But okay

When a problem comes alooooong, yoooou must whip it!

I'm still around! Good to see you too

What the hell are you doing NOT in chat

Wait, that picture shows up for you? It shows up as an x for me

Stalk stalk stalk

That is awesome hahahaha.

Last night I was banned from an atheist chat because someone asked what I was studying and I said physics, for some reason they were incredulous and asked me to solve a derivative and I flubbed it because I was wasted and didn't notice they were asking it to be derived with respect to j instead of i. Awesome. Irony is fun

So, so drunk last night. Nothing to see here

Teh chat?

Maybe it already was my fault -- maybe my awesomeness was ebbing particularly high last night

Wow, that sucks! I think you're just allergic to the awesomeness of kitties though. But, I'm glad you're better

Chattify for my last 20 minutes?

lolwut

Chat you dirty scoundrel

In all the deeds of Melkor the Morgoth upon Arda, in his vast works and in the deceits of his cunning, Sauron had a part, and was only less evil than his master in that for long he served another and not himself.

But in after years he rose like a shadow of Morgoth and a ghost of his malice, and he walked behind him on the same ruinous path down into the Void.

(Valaquenta)

Meow's re-reading the Silmarillion, can you tell?

But now a cry went up, passing up the wind from the south from vale to vale, and Elves and Men lifted their voices in wonder and joy. For unsummoned and un-looked for Turgon had opened the leaguer of Gondolin, and was come with an army ten thousand strong, with bright mail and long swords and spears like a forest. Then when Fingon heard afar the great trumpet of Turgon his brother, the shadow passed and his heart was uplifted, and he shouted aloud:

'Utúlie'n aurë! Aiya Eldalië ar Atanatári, utúlie'n aurë!' (The day has come! Behold, people of the Eldar and Fathers of Men, the day has come!)

And all those who heard his great voice echo in the hills answered crying:

'Auta i lómë!' (The night is passing!)

...

Then in the plain of Anfauglith, on the fourth day of the war, there began Nirnaeth Arneodiad, Unnumbered Tears, for no song or tale can contain all its grief.

(Quenta Silmarillion)

Absolutely.

Start packing this minute, Jeffrey George Andrew!

Thanks!