Considering that he and I are both quite mischievous by nature already...
In other words, I am writing a nonfiction thingie, and apparently ideas only occur to me as I'm walking upstairs. I then scramble downstairs and write like 700 words of meandering stuff because I'm not sure what direction my brain was going when I started and oooh shiny! I suck at nonfiction.
I do, however, excel at mischief. Which is good. Because my friend does as well. And I think we have this sort of synergistic effect... and I'm Raven's, and I think he may be Coyote's. :)
In other news - when something really screwy happens to you, who do you call? Don't say Ghostbusters. Who do you call when something happens? Or just when you need to hear a voice?
I recently found out that I was that sort of friend to someone who's also that sort of friend to me. Which feels really cool. I mean, circumstances sucked, but the fact that this person's first reaction was to call me - me, out of all of the people they know - is an honor.
I should write about how much Tolkein sucks. Hm.