ALL ABOUT YRCHMONGER
Insomniatic perfectionist with an affinity for dinosaurs and a love for all things cute and cuddly. Bibliophile. Devoted Slytherin.
Freelance writer. Full of cynicism, references, snark, and a whole lot of ridiculousness. Enjoys celebrating Halloween year round and writes compulsively. Administrates and contributes to the collaborative book blog Bibliomantics, watches ‘Glee’ so you don’t have to for the pop music website PopCrush and writes literary themed blog posts for Quirk Books. Lives in New Jersey with her dog, kitten, leopard gecko, husband, and imaginary boyfriend Wolverine.
red states, patchouli, spiders, Orlando Bloom, unnecessary patriotism, bug bites, closet monsters, uneven shoelaces, green tea ice-cream, poison ivy, stuff that tastes like toothpaste, guinea pigs
Nicknames: Cassie, Cujo, Red
Age: mid-twenties going on self-perceived immortality
Location: Piscataway, New Jersey
Political Stance: Slytherin Dinosaurs for Voldemort
Religion: non-practicing Jewish Agnostic
ALL ABOUT FLI BRISH
What the hell does Fli Brish mean?
“Sheep Sacrifice” in Orcish. Hence the old (very old) tagline, “Where sheep sacrifices are an everyday occurrence”. Trust me, it seemed like a good idea at the time.
And for that matter, what’s a yrch monger?
A yrch is an Orc (in Elvish) and monger means to peddle/sell wares. As in, “Old Gobbo was a fishmonger”… or something like that. Hence, an Orc Monger. Again, it seemed oh so clever and witty at the time. Now it’s just rather embarrassing.
Who does your layouts?
I used to! But I grew lazy, and now WordPress provides all the code and I just alter it to my liking.
Wow, so you drew that header? You are so amazingly talented.
I said I did the layout, I didn’t say I drew the header. My lovely fellow MSTer Luthien did! (I did Photoshop it though if that counts.)
Your layout sucks. Are your older ones better?
Not by much. You can check them out below all this crap if you care to though.
Why don’t your version numbers make any sense?
They sound pretty. They don’t have to make sense.
Why am I even asking you these questions?
You’re not. I typed them out and answered them myself.
Do you realise how pathetic that sounds?
Yes. Yes I do.