Welcome back, infidels! The great Jason Giambi has just hit the Mother of All Home Runs and the indomitable Yankees have extended their lead to 12-3 over the outlaw Red Sox, chasing that most despicable of creatures, Pedro Martinez, from the mound! Retreat to the showers, you foul hurler, you malodorous tyrant! You shame your ancestors and defile the sacred Yankee Stadium soil!
-- the gospel truth
So maybe I ain't quite mad, bad, and dangerous to know, but I take pride in coming close.
I also cheer for the Yankees and eat babies.
(This is an old, mostly abandoned livejournal from back in the day when I ran in Harry Potter fandom through waist-high fields of crazy, wank, and hating everything with an IP address, including myself. Four times a year, I swear that I'll finish this list of prompts, but I'm mostly keeping the place around mostly as an archive. Friend or defriend at will; as you can tell from all the deleted friend names, I don't spend much time around here.)