Zephyr

Zephyr is an ancient art of internet communication. Messages, called zephyrgrams, are authenticated via Kerberos and addressed to a tuple of a class, an instance, and a recipient; this enables both targetted and broadcast styles of communication. Zephyr is slightly more heavyweight in feel than (though similar in style to) most popular instant-message programs, but it remains far "lighter" than email or usenet.

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Otherwise, a Zephyr is a type of air elemental, and while it does not have a corporeal body, it does have a manifestation on this plane, however it generally hijacks some air to do host its form. As they have no limit to the air they can control, they can cause great winds just by having their bodies move. There have been a few reports of Zephyrs accidentally killing others by accidentally immobilizing all air in an area so the unfortunate soul is stuck in place, suffocating to death. As they are virtually undetectable if they so wish, they can prove to be excellent spies and assassins, as was proven in the months leading up to the invasion of the Homelands by the Fabletown community.

The North Wind does not like them

Completely unrealted: It is super windy outside right now at 0213 in the morning as I am writing this, many years after message by Zephyr has fallen by the wayside. I think that it is likely that it is actually a pissed off Zephyr trying to get me to stop using facebook chat and stick to my roots, to which I ask it:

• If it would kindly be a wanker somewhere else
• Why Aren't you Buying More Tangerines???

I suppose this is my go to page when I cannot sleep and it is an obscene hour in the morning. The reason for this night's insomnia is the whole lotus seed pod person/lamprey fingers thing. I mean, I have seen some pretty terrible things in my time, some of them even my fault. But nothing so horrifying as this. I still feel like I have things growing out of my skin hours after seeing those images... I think this is an officially recognized thing called trypophobia or something like that. Look it up if you do not believe me. Oh god. I can still see it there in my head. Even they are afraid of it... still... crawling...

Wow, it is a few days after I wrote that last one and wow, do I sound like a nutjob. Oh, wait. I am a nutjob. That explains a lot. FORGET THE BANANA! Anyway, albeit my nutjobbery, I did have a good point last entry whereby this is sort of becoming my journal of late night rants. I actually talked about this with eforney and she liked the idea so now I suppose there will be random journals hidden throughout the wiki. Or maybe it will be just me and I am doing the crazy thing again. Oh, funny story: As I was returning from mafia night, I actually followed the wrong group so instead of going to public transportation like I intended, I went to Jack's Van instead. Realizing my mistake, I ran back to station square after asking some shocked elderly people if they had seen a group of weird looking people pass them by in time to see the rest of you board the train and leave. I could not call because my phone was dead and the next train was due in 45 minutes. So I walked back to campus and told everyone I passed on the street in my most serious voice that I was the man in the well. 5 people responded "Awesome!" which was totally unexpected. The rest of them backed away slowly. This is the part where you have stopped paying attention, but seeing that I have finished talking you tell me "Cool story, bro".

I will take a small break from my tradition of midnight writings and instead write something at noon. It is strange, I know, but somewhat fun to keep things chaotic. I have recently gotten readdicted to Magic: The Gathering, and I am truly surprised at how vast and nuanced the mythos is. I mean, it was started in 1993, so it has had nearly 20 years to grow as a story, so I really should not be surprised, but I am. Before, I thought the flavor texts on the cards were just that, but now I can see that they are hinting at a story that would take thousands of cards to tell. (I was kind of retarded in 5th grade, ok?) Anyhow, It is really awesome, and if anyone is around over the summer and would like to play a game or five, I have a kickass black deck, a good green deck, a temperamental red deck, and an absolute shit white and artifact deck. But that could be because white sucks in general on its own. Huh. These are less fun and more sane when they are written in the day time. I think I will stick to nights.

I feel it is time for another late night ramble. Today is Towel day. If you do not know what that means, please purchase a copy of the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy and read it. Then resume your now-fulfilled life. Reminds me of a funny story. One time at a KGB party where there were a lot of defectors (who were acting really slutty for some reason, but just the guys...) and a lot of people were really drunk, especially this one guy, who kept going up to people and asking them "What is the answer!?!?!" over and over again. Naturally, the majority of the people answered 42. This guy had never heard of Douglas Adams or his holy books, and was confused as a freshman at their first meeting. After asking around 25 people and getting the same answer, he started panicking and freaking out because he was convinced that there was some massive conspiracy against him, or some great truth he had missed out on. Which, I suppose, there was. On an unrelated note a great name for a radio station would be Songs I Like and Other Terrible Things.