Usually, the only swords I have are ones I've made from balloons at parties. I shall treasure this gift, more so since it was made for me by a stranger to bring merriment and laughter.

I cannot offer the same calibre of gifts or skills, but should you have a children's party in need of entertainment, I'm your girl. =]

Interestingly, your choice of name's meaning is not unique, at least in broad terms. The legendary blade of Charlemagne, lord of all the Franks across Europe and founder of the Holy Roman Empire, was named the Sword Of Smiles, Joyeuse in their tongue. It ties into the concept of katsujinken, the life-giving sword, which is itself a part of the Japanese view of weaponry as an extension of the self. I should probably shut up before I bore you to death.

All gifts are gratefully received. I'm fairly certain there's a relevant New Testament parable concerning a beggar woman, but it's been years since I had anything to do with that particular storybook so I could be wrong. =]

It's very pleasant of you to give me that interesting bit of xenotech; I wonder if I can train my Meditite in its use. I shall find out later, after Rastamouse has finished.

Alas, 99, I'm more suited to the Adepta Sororitas than the Astartes (The only exceptions to that rule are generally to be found in 40K badfic, so...). Thank you very much for being so welcoming, and I'll leave you with the thought that I used to play an infantry-heavy Guard army and in one 5000pt game I failed entirely to hit anything. At all. Not a single hit was rolled that day.

I began sacrificing chickens to Nuffle after that...

I shall now have to construct a tiny plastic model of Beleriand to hide it in. =]

I read the constitution, and some other stuff as well, before posting. How I found the PPC has been discussed elsewhere, but it boils down to the fact that, after C*l*b*i*n left me unmoved and unsquicked, I started looking for other fanfic to snark and stumbled upon this place.

I'll treasure it. As you say, it might come in handy, and even if it doesn't it fits and is funny. I might have to rejig the toe so that it extends into the middle distance, though. =]

Interesting. I'm learning a lot about colours today. One wonders how many are out of space, as it were...

As for how I found the PPC, it came about because I read C*l*b*i*n and had no emotive response other than mild boredom. I got into snarking, hung around Twilight Sucks for a bit (Guess what we reviewed!), stumbled onto the site from there and here I am. Hopefully, I might be a bit more use to this august body some time soon, but it'll keep. For now, I'll be content to watch, read, learn, and receive inspiration from my elders and betters. =]

I shall get to work making some small crash helmets and capes for the potatoes. You wouldn't happen to know if oil paint'd make for good moustaches on the average spud-about-town, would you?

Thank you also for the OUDW sweatshirt. I will continue the fine tradition of my hometown by wearing a branded top from a university I've never been to. I see UCLA and Harvard sweatshirts all the time where I live.

That being a deprived commercial port in south-east England...

I was aware of that; you'll note that the one at the start of my OP doesn't quite conform to the metre, and I'm also aware that kireji are necessary for it to work as-intended. It's just that I'm no good at writing haiku poetry, and mainly use it to streamline my thought processes. It's the very rigidity of the metre that makes it so well-suited to that purpose.

Anywho, thank you for the music. It's very beautiful, though I confess to preferring the self-important bombast of military marches; they appeal to my sense of the absurd, and they make me laugh. If I may respond with something I like that's rather different:-

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ge5_gLtSWd4

Thank you for being so welcoming, and I hope I can be a credit to the board. =]

Ooh, it's like Christmas! Well, technically it is Christmas, and has been for a while if you believe certain types of department store. Thank you for the notebook, and for your acceptance of my clownery. =]

Contortionists are people too. Just, you know, more bendy.

Er... none. This is not to say that I don't get involved in traditional fandom activities, like writing terrible fanfiction and complaining about pairings we don't like, but I don't like the term.

I'm fairly knowledgeable about the Harry Potter series, classic literature in general, and The Binding Of Isaac, a game you should play. Does that count? =]

If I may set out my responses in the order you gave (I'm sorry if I sound brusque):-

1) Funnily enough, it was after I read C*l*b*i*n and was... bored by it. I started getting more into fanfic-snarking and stumbled upon this place by way of the Twilight Sucks forum.

2) Yes and yes.

3) It's a tricky one, this. I don't really go in for fandoms; if a story is non-canonical in some way, I will research the original text until I find out why. That said, while all books are equal, some are more equal than others; I grew up devouring the Harry Potter series and the Discworld, and there are some things I can't get on with, like Twilight or anything written by Victor Hugo. Hugo, hélas indeed...

4) I'm sick to the back teeth of the only clowns in modern fiction being ironic in some way - and I'm especially tired of Pennywise and The Joker being held up as exemplars of clownkind. Thus, I began to develop the character of Wobbles: an entertainer of Candide-like optimism (in a job not even Voltaire'd inflict upon Candide...) who just wants people to be as happy as she is. She's not been to many possible worlds yet, but her life seems to inhabit the best one.

Also, just FYI: I identify as female, ta. There aren't that many female clowns. I wonder why that is...

Anyway, thank you for making me feel welcome and I shall befriend the Meditite forthwith. Expect to see both of us riding off into the sunset together, possibly on tiny unicycles. Don't worry about me leaving in a huff, either.

A clown does not shirk
From an opportunity
To make someone smile.

=D