So who needs sleep, anyway?

I've been coming up with more silly spells and effects for that goofy little story I'm writing as a favor for myself.

My favorite so far is Keith Moon Psycho Destruction Fireworks. Which is... just what it sounds like, really. Keith Moon was just thrown in there because Luna Nesmith is a musically-themed magic-user; all of the spells somehow derive from songs. Like "Black Sabbath" produces an area of darkness, "Hier Kommt die Sonne" illuminates it, "Little Wing" gives her wings, "Two of Us" creates a duplicate, and so on. Basically, I'm not sharing the story with anybody else. It's just my own big stupid joke. XD Nobody else'd get it, I suppose.

I notice, strangely, that whenever I see the Who or the Beatles or Woodstock or anything associated with that era on the TV, my heart pounds like it's never done before. I hear that's what love is like; I wonder. It pounds, and my face gets red, and my happiness just soars like never before. It's the most tragically-doomed of all love stories--in love with an era, longing to return to a past that I was never part of. Makes Romeo and Juliet look like Dick and Jane.

In other news, I'm tired of using this laptop. D: The little mousey-pad-thingy is making my finger hot. Which sounds dirty, in an odd kinda way.

One of the unsung great guitarists, I think, is Criss Oliva from Savatage. Hell, Savatage itself is a great unsung band. Great guitar, great songs, great singer. They need more attention. X3