Below are the 12 most recent journal entries recorded in boundprometheus' LiveJournal:

Monday, February 7th, 2005
6:06 pm	Richie, you have quite ruined me. All this time in Sri Lanka and I am absolutely craving a cheeseburger. I will scold you fiercely when I've returned. In the meantime I've discovered that despite my very many uses, one thing I am completely no good for is the role of pack mule. I cry, I whine, I moan. I protest this tendency to drop everything onto my shoulders. Ah well. Doing some good, at least, even though it'll take years to work these kinks out. It's hard to find time to do anything other than work and sleep. You lot had better not be getting into any trouble. Who am I kidding? Of course you are. (11 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, January 9th, 2005
8:36 pm	Maybe I should hold off on the pink ponytails, Richie. I've been thinking of heading over to Thailand, actually, and seeing what's what. Some of my Aide groups are down there and I feel like a useless bint for not chipping in when I really should. Talley ho and all that. When you get home we'll talk about it. Jamie, feel free to follow Richie around-- he's far more likly to get into dashing sword battles. Most I'm liable to do is throw out my back and get a bit of a sunburn. Nasty thing, sunlight. (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 29th, 2004
10:31 pm	Happy Medium I must say, I make a fabulous woman. It's the long body. I wear wigs well. Richie is a bit too muscular and broad across the chest to really pull it off, but he wore spiked gogo boots without managing to fall. Honestly, is there any more talent more important. What? What is this "swordplay" of which you speak? Though, honestly, watching him try to figure out how to hide his sword in his micromini was... vastly amusing. I must pause to chuckle over the memory. ... There, better now. Of course now Richie has to take me on some kind of manly motorcycle testosterone exhibit so we can retrench from all the queer. A bit of both worlds is best, I imagine. Poor Jamie doesn't quite fit into either. He made the sulkiest woman and will no doubt pout on the entire penis-enlarging machine porn adventure Richie takes us on. I swear I spend more time cajoling my Watcher into a better mood than I do writing or drinking beer. Ah. Beer. I fancy one now. I also fancy a cause. What's interesting in Paris? (Comment on this)
Thursday, September 23rd, 2004
10:49 pm	Well, one thing I can say about that dreadful mishap: as I was standing there (well, laying there, rather) waiting to get my head handed to me, I had a rather startling epiphany: I really need to get a hair cut. I simply cannot be beheaded with my hair looking like this. Anyone able to recommend a good barber? Current Mood: thoughtful (10 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, August 23rd, 2004
3:12 pm	Mind the Gap! Private Ah, the locust trick never gets dull. Jamie always comes out of his tent screeching like a harpy before realizing that, yes, he's in the middle of camp in his Wonder Woman underoos and, yes, we are all laughing at *him* thank you much. What a blessing it is to have a vastly amusing Watcher. What a blessing it is to have Richie traveling with me. Not that he doesn't complain sometimes-- or, at least, he did at first. He's gotten quite good at this until lepers and AIDS babies and starved villagers are... well, not second hand. Never second hand. But something he can handle. Something he can see as a cause. The Pupil exceeds the Master. Taught you well, I have. Great knowledge you posses. Great wisdom, you have found. Supersized fries, I will consume. Even when he insists on duct taping the damnable sword to my side (it's dreadfully inconvenient to have a very heavy phallic symbol strapped onto you without the slightest intention of irony or foreplay) I can't help but appreciate him. Ah, but the pleasures of a helpmeet. Now for the pleasures of a real home again. I've been itching to write and I think Richie is missing his motorcycle porn. It will also be nice to have an actual wall to hang Vast Stupidity on. I prop it against the tent wall every night and toast it, thinking of Adam and wondering where he's scampered off to. Probably found the last remaining harem in continental Europe. Bloody wanker. Current Mood: chipper (Comment on this)
Saturday, June 26th, 2004
2:04 pm	Vast Stupidity Right, so I have a lovely new decoration on my wall. Seems like Adam sent me a letter that I'm not supposed to open. Being the upstanding, morally superior, most excellent friend that I no doubt embody on at least every other weekend, I did not open the letter. I did, however, use a rather neat trick I'd picked up in India to skim most of the contents using light and a clever solution of water, lemon juice and I'm not telling you what else. I have henceforth framed the (still unopened!) letter and have hung it on my wall. It is a bit of modern art that I like to call Vast Stupidity. If you wish to come marvel at Vast Stupidity, my flat is open at all times. I'm also brewing up a batch of spiced mead and fudge if anyone is hankering. Nothing cures the ailments brought on by dismal weather and residual strains of worry than drunken indulgence. Or so I hear. Jamie's still causing quite a stir at the women's shelter. I think they've finally decided that he's not my angry boyfriend and instead have figured that he's in love with me and is trying to get me to run away with him to Istanbul. While they are not terribly far off the mark (though Jamie is dull enough that he'd rather go to Wisconsin, bless him, than Istanbul) I cannot allow them to keep calling out those rather vaguely pornographic suggestions to him. Not because watching him blush and bluster isn't terribly diverting but because it's sending the nuns into fits of crying. While I am sure a hysterical fit now and again cannot help but do the sisters some good, in this weather it's quite a deplorable thought. So I have dragged Richie along with me to prove that Jamie is no suitor of mine (except in his flights of fancy and those increasingly less rare times when he Watches my arse. You know-- in case my arse does something historically significant). The women are quite fond of Richie already. I discovered one trying out to be an Arse Watcher herself. Not that I blame her. As this is a family channel, I will desist. I will however mention that the shy little boy has been spotted again. The delightful thing actually thinks he's managing to hide from us. I play The Cure for him when Richie comes over. I'm sure Jamie doesn't appreciate it, but you have to show kindness to the new Watchers or they get all out of sorts. ** Percival Shelly's Cliff Notes-- because his entries are too damn cumbersome. - Vast Stupidity on my wall - Drunken Indulgence in my flat - Jamie is an Arse Watcher - Richie is an Arse Watchee - New Watcher looks like a girl and wears X-Files teeshirts - Adam is a stroppy bint Current Mood: cheerful (13 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 2nd, 2004
3:05 pm	Misc and Sundry Have been pondering possible uses for myself. The only thing I can really come up with is dangling me from a height and letting me mock the buggar into attacking. Then the brave heroes come rushing in on the offensive. I'd have to practice my insults, of course. Somehow I don't think hollering "you manky git" will enable me as bait. Hrm. On other news, who is that young, sulky looking creature stalking Richie? Good Lord, he looks like he stepped right out of a very illegal, very naughty little school boy drama. Speaking of which: Adam, it's been almost 200 years. I want the knickers back. You very well know which ones. I've been doing work down at the hospital and am contemplating volunteering at the women's shelter. For some reason, I fit in quite well at women's shelters. I can't quite put my finger on why. Could it be my dashing good looks? My inescapable charm? My bubbling wit? Most likely it's because I'm a poncy old git. Either way, I get along swimmingly with pregnant teens and abused wives and am quite content in this. Jamie, on the other hand... They give him the Evil Eye and hiss. I think he has too much testosterone, poor boy. Mayhaps we will find a way to leech it out of him. Current Mood: contemplative (17 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, May 23rd, 2004
8:48 pm	Random Thoughts There are many good and bad things about living in this century. Good: Medical facilities. Good Lord, you have no idea how obnoxious it was to live in a time when you couldn't do *anything* fun for fear of your health. Better methods of communication. Better methods of travel. Bad: Infernal wiretaps and spying devices. Air pollution. Telemarketing. What I miss most? Being able to run mad. Now adays, everyone is so uptight and contained. I miss the days when one could simply run mad at the drop of a hat then recuperate for a few years in some nice english seaside town. One was never seen as overly strange or freakish. The upper classes quite often broke under the strain of being wealthy. No, I do not miss the hysterics or the duels, but I do *so* miss running mad. Of course, if the cease of blood-stained colonialism is the price I must pay for no longer being able to go leaping around naked in a thunderstorm, I must say I will live with the change. On another note, I went down to a hospital ward today. I believe I may find my cause for this decade. Did you know that many of these poor souls are shunted into little white rooms and practically forgotten? Tch. Progressive era my ass. Jamie, we may infect you with an interesting malady yet. Current Mood: curious (13 Comments |Comment on this)
5:45 pm	You'd think asking a rental company if they had any apartments with hard wood floors and a fireplace that *weren't* lofts would be a reasonable enough question. Wouldn't you? Good Lord, no. I may as well be after the Virgin Mary's virtue for all the horrified stares I'm getting. I think I'd actually have more luck getting into Her panties than I will getting a good apartment. Current Mood: cranky (11 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, May 20th, 2004
11:35 am	I think I've decided to stick around here for awhile. Though the weather is atrocious, the other Immortals are extremely pleasant company. And here I thought Byron and I were Adam's only friends worth anything. This whole danger thing isn't so pleasant, however. ( Why, I got attacked just the other day on my way to Richie's apartment. ) Nice man, actually. Jean-Paul, if you're out there: best of luck to you. Well, I have a hot date tonight, so I'd better get to planning. I'll put out feelers for an apartment starting tomorrow. Where's a good area to live? Current Mood: curious (30 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, May 17th, 2004
8:11 pm	Hrm I suppose it just goes to show that you do not, in fact, get smoother with age. If anything, I've become more of an awkward git that I used to be. And I *used* to run around reciting poetry on a whim and communing with mother nature. It depresses me, really, to remember. ( At least I had an interesting conversation. ) Current Mood: cheerful (14 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 12th, 2004
6:20 pm	Old Friends ( Met a rather old friend last night ) Current Mood: curious (11 Comments |Comment on this)