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So you're friends with this guy Brad, and he knows you pretty well.

Now Tom, who does not know you, is having a party. (Tom's a whore.) It is 21+. And for some gawdawful reason, you want to go (probably because you like the band that's going to be playing).

Tom is checking IDs. You so do not want to show Tom your ID, because he's creepy and you just know that he's going to show up drunk at 3am some night if you let him get your address.

However, since Brad knows you, Brad can vouch for you, and you get in. (And out as soon as possible, because OMG the strobe lights OW.) And you're safe from 3am visits from Tom, unless you caved and gave him your address anyway when he came schmoozing up to you (which you really didn't have to do).

This adventure in collaborative LJ-related insanity is brought to you by the good folks at #lj_s, especially remark, for the benefit of mayerman.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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