Drama!! And purkle!

Nah, not my personal drama. I don't really do drama. I sometimes worry about other people's drama, but really, I prefer to have the stuff at the Crackbar, where it belongs, instead of in RL.

It's just the dramatic old stories that my parents told me over breakfast about one branch of our family, my last surviving grand-uncle and his descendants.

We are all very tame; all the drama, tragedy, soap opera and general mayhem centers on that one branch. Which is quite leafy. And knotty and gnarly, to keep with the tree metaphor.

Really, it's the sort of thing you expect at the Crackbar, in South American Telenovelas, in modern epics taking place in Savannah or New Orleans, or perhaps among the Cheysuli and Ihlini. Definitely lurid, angsty, painful, squicky and (for an outsider) almost entertaining. I don't think I should tell the actual stories as they're probably just as banal to read as they must have been painful to live through, but suffice it to say, Tynstar, Strahan and Lochiel are comparatively harmless compared to that self-centred old man. I was aghast, and amused in a very odd, surreal way.-

In other news: I did not manage to buy anything not black or purple today when shopping with my mother. I got black trousers, and a beautiful dark violet flared velvet shirt. Erm. And then we went to buy sweater-and-cardigan sets for my mother, and one of them is black, to offset the wonderful miniature replica of the Nebra Sky Disc that my mother's best friend had given her for Christmas, and then she wanted to get herself another one and of course she asked me which colour I thought was best, and of course I advised he to buy the violet heather-coloured turtle-necked set, and of course she did...



So we both came back with black and purkle clothes. Character bleed gets dangerous when it starts touching innocent people. ..