I know (vaguely, in a stranger, more warped version) what you are thinking. How can a site like this, basically spontaneous-eclecticity virtually manifested, have a miscellaneous category?! Is sarah completely out of her mind??? and, my dears, the answer is yes. Enjoy.

Links:

muffin films.com yay! muffinly goodness!
homestarruner.com just trust me..
jibjab.com
addicting games.com be ye warned..
council of elrond.comLoTR. caution.
margaret's Fathoron site (more LoTR)
politics..
dancegypsy.comcontradance listings
rehoboth contra
avidgamers.com thread site. again, ye be warned..
mhs drama
:) Random Song Lyrics:

Greensleeves (you can never remember all the lyrics..)
Alas, my love, you do me wrong, To cast me off discourteously. For I have loved you well and long, Delighting in your company.
Chorus:
Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady greensleeves.
Your vows you've broken, like my heart, Oh, why did you so enrapture me? Now I remain in a world apart But my heart remains in captivity.
chorus
I have been ready at your hand, To grant whatever you would crave, I have both wagered life and land, Your love and good-will for to have.
chorus
If you intend thus to disdain, It does the more enrapture me, And even so, I still remain A lover in captivity.
chorus
My men were clothed all in green, And they did ever wait on thee; All this was gallant to be seen, And yet thou wouldst not love me.
chorus
Thou couldst desire no earthly thing, but still thou hadst it readily. Thy music still to play and sing; And yet thou wouldst not love me.
chorus
Well, I will pray to God on high, that thou my constancy mayst see, And that yet once before I die, Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me.
chorus
Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu, To God I pray to prosper thee, For I am still thy lover true, Come once again and love me.
chorus


John Wellingtion Wells- a patter song

Oh! My name is John Wellington Wells -
I'm a dealer in magic and spells,
In blessings and curses,
And ever-filled purses,
In prophecies, witches, and knells!
If you want a proud foe to make tracks -
If you'd melt a rich uncle in wax -
You've but to look in
On our resident Djinn,

Number seventy, Simmery Axe!

We've a first-class assortment of magic;
And for raising a posthumous shade
With effects that are comic or tragic,
There's no cheaper house in the trade.
Love-philtre - we've quantities of it;
And for knowledge if any one burns,
We keep an extremely small prophet, a prophet
Who brings us unbounded returns:

For he can prophesy
With a wink of his eye,
Peep with security
Into futurity,
Sum up your history,
Clear up a mystery,
Humour proclivity
For a nativity.
With mirrors so magical,
Tetrapods tragical,
Bogies spectacular,
Answers oracular,
Facts astronomical,
Solemn or comical,
And, if you want it, he
Makes a reduction on taking a quantity!

Oh! If anyone anything lacks,
He'll find it all ready in stacks,
If he'll only look in
On the resident Djinn,
Number seventy, Simmery Axe!

He can raise you hosts,
Of ghosts,
And that without reflectors;
And creepy things
With wings,
And gaunt and grisly spectres!
He can fill you crowds Of shrouds,
And horrify you vastly;
He can rack your brains With chains,
And gibberings grim and ghastly.
Then, if you plan it, he
Changes organity
With an urbanity,
Full of Satanity,
Vexes humanity
With an inanity
Fatal to vanity -
Driving your foes to the verge of insanity.
Barring tautology,
In demonology,
'Lectro biology,
Mystic nosology,
Spirit philology,
High class astrology,
Such is his knowledge, he
Isn't the man to require an apology


Oh! My name is John Wellington Wells -
I'm a dealer in magic and spells,
In blessings and curses,
And ever-filled purses -
In prophecies, witches, and knells.
If any one anything lacks,
He'll find it all ready in stacks,
If he'll only look in
On the resident Djinn,
Number seventy, Simmery Axe!

-- W. S. Gilbert, The Socerer

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Maybe I have been here before I know this room, I've walked this floor I used to live alone before I knew you. I've seen your flag on the marble arch Love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah There was a time you let me know What's real and going on below But now you never show it to me, do you? And remember when I moved in you The holy dark was moving too And every breath we drew was Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Maybe there's a God above And all I ever learned from love Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you. And it's not a cry you can hear at night it's not somebody who's seen the light it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah