They are repeating the Satanist Goth Horrible Youth of today on the World Service. :-(
Onion Radio News - with Doyle Redland
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Mr Sweetie is away; a book-sellers' event in Amsterdam, for which he had to travel last night, and stay at the house of a friend. (All hail the Hero of the Republic L of Amstelveen! who stepped up at extremely short notice as host and safe haven...)
So, I'm being the bachelorette, but surprise myself with some of my moderations. Despite a glass of wine at dinner, I was thinking a night-cap might be nice (we have a happy selection of spirits here, to suit many moods), but in the end, I just Never Got Around To It. Which is just as well: my weight's crept back up into what I consider my personal red-zone, so I could re-frame the not-having a nightcap as a 'win'. I did stay up later than I "should" have, but the extra fatigue probably helped me return to sleep after being awakened briefly by some local café patrons returning home after their Saturday night revels. (Note to self: be in a good mood before checking the front planters, just in case the revelers did some testosterone-poisoned territory marking....)
I'm loving the ability to walk into the stacks at the university library, particularly the specialist one, where I happened upon Comrade Loves of the Samurai (which, for some strange reason, is rendered as Tales of Samurai Honor in the Wikipedia entry on the author, Ihara Saikaku...) just about the same moment that I was in correspondence with an Irish friend about slash fiction. Hee! (For the record, I don't write the stuff, and actually read very little of it, but I rather enjoy the quality of mischief that the authors of such fiction get up to, especially appealing to my iconoclastic tendencies...) My other reason for letting this book call my true name (dangerous place, that library), has to do with a retaken exam last year: during the exam discussion with my professor, I made clear that I was aping his characterization of Ihara as "the Japanese Dickens", but had no actual experience of the author myself. (I must have been feeling pretty punchy by that point of the exam, to let loose with a confession like that.) He was actually quite cheerful in pointing out which of Ihara's works would be easily available to me in my mother tongue, and in general, my risk in admitting less-than-academic perfection paid off, in terms of the experience of the actual exam and I suspect my final grade. As well as giving me a more upbeat motivation to go looking for some of those works.
Anyway, the book itself is visibly an artifact of a different age, a 1970's paperback of a 1920's translation and introductory essay.
So, I'm being the bachelorette, but surprise myself with some of my moderations. Despite a glass of wine at dinner, I was thinking a night-cap might be nice (we have a happy selection of spirits here, to suit many moods), but in the end, I just Never Got Around To It. Which is just as well: my weight's crept back up into what I consider my personal red-zone, so I could re-frame the not-having a nightcap as a 'win'. I did stay up later than I "should" have, but the extra fatigue probably helped me return to sleep after being awakened briefly by some local café patrons returning home after their Saturday night revels. (Note to self: be in a good mood before checking the front planters, just in case the revelers did some testosterone-poisoned territory marking....)
I'm loving the ability to walk into the stacks at the university library, particularly the specialist one, where I happened upon Comrade Loves of the Samurai (which, for some strange reason, is rendered as Tales of Samurai Honor in the Wikipedia entry on the author, Ihara Saikaku...) just about the same moment that I was in correspondence with an Irish friend about slash fiction. Hee! (For the record, I don't write the stuff, and actually read very little of it, but I rather enjoy the quality of mischief that the authors of such fiction get up to, especially appealing to my iconoclastic tendencies...) My other reason for letting this book call my true name (dangerous place, that library), has to do with a retaken exam last year: during the exam discussion with my professor, I made clear that I was aping his characterization of Ihara as "the Japanese Dickens", but had no actual experience of the author myself. (I must have been feeling pretty punchy by that point of the exam, to let loose with a confession like that.) He was actually quite cheerful in pointing out which of Ihara's works would be easily available to me in my mother tongue, and in general, my risk in admitting less-than-academic perfection paid off, in terms of the experience of the actual exam and I suspect my final grade. As well as giving me a more upbeat motivation to go looking for some of those works.
Anyway, the book itself is visibly an artifact of a different age, a 1970's paperback of a 1920's translation and introductory essay.
Ladybug on Godwin's grey lavender. Taken with +2 and +4 close-up filters.
Sorry, no honey bee today. I tried, but I only was able to find one honey bee in my garden (in the morning; I looked several times throughout the day). I tried to take some pictures of this lone visitor, but sadly I'd neglected to put the flash card in my camera first. (D'OH!). So, today's photo is of a ladybug instead.
With the close-up filters on the camera, I'm finding it easier to focus by changing my physical distance to the subject, instead of trying to manually focus the lens. Fun stuff. :)
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sleepy
The Game of Kings, Queen's Play, The Disorderly Knights, Pawn in Frankincense, The Ringed Castle, Checkmate
Being a chronicle of a decade in the life of Francis Crawford, brilliant younger son of a Scottish noble family in the full flower of the sixteenth century. Soldier, spy, poet, musician, cold bastard, political thinker ahead of his time, possessed by a humanitarianism so deep it turns right back around into viciousness. The six books take us through his tumultuous twenties in Scotland, France, Malta, Turkey, Russia. He is an outlaw and an advisor to kings by turns, and he has a line of poetry for every occasion.
I plowed through all three thousand pages two weeks ago, actually, staying up until dawn more than once. It's taken me this long to write about first because of exams, and second because I needed some time to breathe a bit and stop frantically flipping through to reread favorite bits while making high-pitched squeaking noises.
I . . . oh. I have not loved books like this in . . . it's been years. The first one takes a few hundred pages, but when it hits it hits hard, and the next thing you know you're shrieking into your pillow at three in the morning. These books are hysterically funny, achingly painful, sharp enough to cut yourself on nearly every page. They work so well as a block of dense, erudite, complex machinery that they gather up their own flaws and repurpose them into brilliance. The purple prose opens up hearts otherwise left opaque by the omniscient narrator. The repeatedly slow starts transform when you're not looking into the sort of grinding tension that keeps your hands shaking through hundreds of pages. The literary references, so numerous as to be laughable in anyone else's hands, are so carefully selected as to be comprehensible even when I couldn't place the source.
Please note: the above paragraph was written in an attempt to bring coherence to the urge to go 'Francis Crawford! EEEEEE!' Success may vary.
Brilliant, complicated to the point of baroqueness, extraordinarily demanding books. Worth every second.
Being a chronicle of a decade in the life of Francis Crawford, brilliant younger son of a Scottish noble family in the full flower of the sixteenth century. Soldier, spy, poet, musician, cold bastard, political thinker ahead of his time, possessed by a humanitarianism so deep it turns right back around into viciousness. The six books take us through his tumultuous twenties in Scotland, France, Malta, Turkey, Russia. He is an outlaw and an advisor to kings by turns, and he has a line of poetry for every occasion.
I plowed through all three thousand pages two weeks ago, actually, staying up until dawn more than once. It's taken me this long to write about first because of exams, and second because I needed some time to breathe a bit and stop frantically flipping through to reread favorite bits while making high-pitched squeaking noises.
I . . . oh. I have not loved books like this in . . . it's been years. The first one takes a few hundred pages, but when it hits it hits hard, and the next thing you know you're shrieking into your pillow at three in the morning. These books are hysterically funny, achingly painful, sharp enough to cut yourself on nearly every page. They work so well as a block of dense, erudite, complex machinery that they gather up their own flaws and repurpose them into brilliance. The purple prose opens up hearts otherwise left opaque by the omniscient narrator. The repeatedly slow starts transform when you're not looking into the sort of grinding tension that keeps your hands shaking through hundreds of pages. The literary references, so numerous as to be laughable in anyone else's hands, are so carefully selected as to be comprehensible even when I couldn't place the source.
Please note: the above paragraph was written in an attempt to bring coherence to the urge to go 'Francis Crawford! EEEEEE!' Success may vary.
Brilliant, complicated to the point of baroqueness, extraordinarily demanding books. Worth every second.
Over the weekend I watched the South Korean movie Oldboy (finally--after three damaged DVDs from Netflix). Pretty harrowing and very effective. A man his kidnapped and kept prisoner for 15 years, with no idea as to who imprisoned him or why. When he gets out he's led through a cat and mouse game by his torturer.
Next up, Glengarry Glen Ross with a terrific ensemble cast: Jack Lemon, Alec Baldwin, Al Pacino, Kevin Spacey, Ed Harris, Alan Arkin, and Jonathan Pryce. The lives of cutthroat real estate guys in Chicago selling investments in Arizona and Florida land and not caring who they destroy to get on top. I saw the 2005 revival on Broadway with Liev Schreiber, who won a Tony. Not a great play or movie but it's made by its cast every time.
The Seventh Victim produced by Val Lewton and directed by Mark Robson. Someone recommended it and it was pretty lame. Young woman leaves school when her only living relative (who is supporting her)--her older sister-disappears. Satanic cult, blah blah blah. Very choppy the last fifteen minutes. There was a short about Lewton afterwards (maybe that's why the whole thing was recommended) but I just didn't care.
First two hours of the first season of Deadwood. Initially, the cursing put me off (surprising since I my self curse quite a bit in everyday life) but I found it off-putting at first. Got used to it though and enjoyed the episodes.
Next up, Glengarry Glen Ross with a terrific ensemble cast: Jack Lemon, Alec Baldwin, Al Pacino, Kevin Spacey, Ed Harris, Alan Arkin, and Jonathan Pryce. The lives of cutthroat real estate guys in Chicago selling investments in Arizona and Florida land and not caring who they destroy to get on top. I saw the 2005 revival on Broadway with Liev Schreiber, who won a Tony. Not a great play or movie but it's made by its cast every time.
The Seventh Victim produced by Val Lewton and directed by Mark Robson. Someone recommended it and it was pretty lame. Young woman leaves school when her only living relative (who is supporting her)--her older sister-disappears. Satanic cult, blah blah blah. Very choppy the last fifteen minutes. There was a short about Lewton afterwards (maybe that's why the whole thing was recommended) but I just didn't care.
First two hours of the first season of Deadwood. Initially, the cursing put me off (surprising since I my self curse quite a bit in everyday life) but I found it off-putting at first. Got used to it though and enjoyed the episodes.
At the theatre last week, another patron left the washroom without washing his hands.
What made it worse it that he felt the need to dry them.
What made it worse it that he felt the need to dry them.
My daughter and her friend have been holed up in her room this evening, doing “scientific experiments.” Every once in a while I’ll get updates, like so:
“Great news, dad! The eggs are GAINING OXYGEN!”
And then back into the room.
The eggs, people.
They are gaining oxygen.
I’m off to hide now.
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About the new Indiana Jones movie:
In its earliest incarnation, Lucas proposed an all-out alien flick called "Indiana Jones and the Saucer Men From Mars." Spielberg and Ford didn't like that idea, and it took more than a decade of wrangling to come up with a story all three could live with.
A trailer showing a crate marked "Roswell, New Mexico, 1947" a mecca for UFO buffs hints that the movie retains traces of its extraterrestrial origins. Remarks by Lucas that the new film took its cue from 1950s sci-fi tales backs up that notion.
"The B-movies of the '50s were crazy science-fiction films, `It Came From Outer Space' and `Them!' and I said, `Well, gee, I could use that as the basis of the genre that I was using as my reference,'" Lucas said.
...
Heaven help us!
In its earliest incarnation, Lucas proposed an all-out alien flick called "Indiana Jones and the Saucer Men From Mars." Spielberg and Ford didn't like that idea, and it took more than a decade of wrangling to come up with a story all three could live with.
A trailer showing a crate marked "Roswell, New Mexico, 1947" a mecca for UFO buffs hints that the movie retains traces of its extraterrestrial origins. Remarks by Lucas that the new film took its cue from 1950s sci-fi tales backs up that notion.
"The B-movies of the '50s were crazy science-fiction films, `It Came From Outer Space' and `Them!' and I said, `Well, gee, I could use that as the basis of the genre that I was using as my reference,'" Lucas said.
...
Heaven help us!
- Mood:
bitchy
New single from The Cure, from their upcoming album. It’s happy Cure this time, which is good, because for the last album or two, ol’ Robert Smith’s been needing a hug:
It’s called “The Only One,” incidentally. It’s no “Just Like Heaven,” or “Friday I’m in Love,” but it does the job, me thinks.
M got invited to sleep over at her cousins, and since she doesn't like watching movies, Elaine, R, and I watched Hugo-nominated film "The Golden Compass" while eating home-made pizza.
The pizza was okay, although I had to use a cheddar/mozzarella mix since we had less mozz than I thought. The sauce also turned out chunkier than I like, but the crust was fantastic. I've stopped my attempt at a cornmeal crust and have gone over to using a Portuguese Sweet Bread Crust. With that, the sauce and cheese almost are overkill.
As for the movie...this got a Hugo nomination?!? Ratatouille? Transformers? I Am Legend? Shrek the Third? Spider-Man 3? Bridge to Teribithia? Ghost Rider? The Astronaut Farmer? The Last Mimzy? Meet the Robinsons? Mister Magorium's Wonder Emporium? The Water Horse? I haven't seen many of those, but I have to believe that at least one of them is a better film than The Golden Compass. I'm willing to bet that at least 90% of them actually have an ending, which The Golden Compass did not have.
Forget about whether the books were anti-Church or not and whether the film was anti-Church or had compromised Pullman's vision. Worry instead about whether the film was worth the time we took to watch it. When it was ending, Elaine commented that it seemed to be ending but they had too much to tie up. R also was less than impressed and as a 10 year old raised with Disney TV shows, she isn't the most discerning when it comes to films.
So, are all three of us just missing something?
The pizza was okay, although I had to use a cheddar/mozzarella mix since we had less mozz than I thought. The sauce also turned out chunkier than I like, but the crust was fantastic. I've stopped my attempt at a cornmeal crust and have gone over to using a Portuguese Sweet Bread Crust. With that, the sauce and cheese almost are overkill.
As for the movie...this got a Hugo nomination?!? Ratatouille? Transformers? I Am Legend? Shrek the Third? Spider-Man 3? Bridge to Teribithia? Ghost Rider? The Astronaut Farmer? The Last Mimzy? Meet the Robinsons? Mister Magorium's Wonder Emporium? The Water Horse? I haven't seen many of those, but I have to believe that at least one of them is a better film than The Golden Compass. I'm willing to bet that at least 90% of them actually have an ending, which The Golden Compass did not have.
Forget about whether the books were anti-Church or not and whether the film was anti-Church or had compromised Pullman's vision. Worry instead about whether the film was worth the time we took to watch it. When it was ending, Elaine commented that it seemed to be ending but they had too much to tie up. R also was less than impressed and as a 10 year old raised with Disney TV shows, she isn't the most discerning when it comes to films.
So, are all three of us just missing something?
I'm busy this weekend with things that need to be done before we leave for Seattle on Tuesday. I need to clean the house, pay bills, get Inigo ready for the kennel, clip the girls' nails, and so forth.
I'll have some time to read school unrelated books, so I picked up Physics of the Impossible by Michio Kaku and The Golden Compass. I didn't see the movie because it got mixed reviews. But I heard Phillip Pullman interviewed on Freethought Radio a couple months back and I liked what he had to say about children and curiosity.
I'll have some time to read school unrelated books, so I picked up Physics of the Impossible by Michio Kaku and The Golden Compass. I didn't see the movie because it got mixed reviews. But I heard Phillip Pullman interviewed on Freethought Radio a couple months back and I liked what he had to say about children and curiosity.
- Mood:
relaxed
Nng.
Stratford lacks a certain joie de vivre at 03:00 on Sunday, especially when you stagger out into the cold (and foetid) night air after 8 hours in a machine room.
Stratford lacks a certain joie de vivre at 03:00 on Sunday, especially when you stagger out into the cold (and foetid) night air after 8 hours in a machine room.
The Unicorn and the Wasp - Season 30 Episode 7 Reaction Post
Please to be noting that this is the reaction post and as such any and all links will contain spoilers.
Off-LJ Posts
Nick Setchfield gives it 4/5 in SFX.
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rusty_halo loved it (and has migrated to wordpress).
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i_love_donna has an official reaction post, as does time_and_chips, here, and doctorwho also has one, here, as does marriedonmars, here.
ed_zeppelin thought it was a good 'un, whereas just_becuase thought it was awful, and gillyp thought it was just made of purest awesome CRACK and W.I.N.. tedmaul, meanwhile, goes against type to say it was a witty, fizzy, barrel of fun: all in doctorwho
Personal Journals
elisi thought it was lots of fun.
th_esaurus thought it was the most ridiculous thing ever.
padawanpooh thought it was fun and clever.
holo_daxy thought it was very funny.
spiralsheep makes an interesting point about the ongoing issues the series has with representations of minorities.
pontisbright says it's definitely their favourite historical in New Who so far.
magicallaw thought it was a jolly good romp.
paratti likes how the doctor has started learning from his mistakes.
snorkackcatcher thought it was an excellent episode.
ionlylurkhere thought it was the best ep of series 4 so far, and links to the official Agatha Christie website's rather, ahem, Who-naif preview article for great justice good measure.
csg1 thinks it was hands down the best episode of the series so far.
lothy thought it tried so hard to be a good episode, but just didn't make it.
cedara thought it was cute at times, but overall weak.
tencrush thought it was bad, and is thus no longer worried about being in a parallel universe.
dune_drd gives it 7/10.
thewhiteowl thinks they were setting up a drinking game.
parrot_knight explains to the Who writers - Aristocratic Titles: UR doin it rong.
snowgrouse liked it lots (with much swearing to prove it).
kindkit has some reservations about how the series is dealing with relationships, but liked the ep if she doesn't think about it too hard.
fahrbotdrusilla hopes she is imagining the forebodingness.
cambridgelights gives it 9/10.
marielina has a cap-by-cap review.
madamotaku thought it was spiffing and mentions Clue (which is the American version of Cluedo, right? Or is Cluedo the British version of Clue? Anyway...)
butterfly thought it was a joyous thrill ride.
casirafics has a triggery reaction due to childhood sleeping wasp trauma.
tzikeh has a three line summary of all the things that might possibly be annoyances for people in this ep.
sundayave makes the WhoDunnit joke.
quiet_fractures does not want to kiss anyone who has been eating anchovies.
moetushie wishes there was Jeeves (and Wooster) in the ep.
gigglestheblood thought it was AWESOMELY CRACKED OUT!!
misscam thought it was very silly (WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! Post contains spoilers for non-Who shows, including BSG)
spiderine reacts as she watches, and concludes positively.
calapine says "This is going to be the last nice happy episode FOREVER, isn't it? After this, it's six episodes of gut-wrenching emo. YOU SEE IF I'M WRONG." I think she's right
appledollz freaking LOVED IT.
meddow loved it so much.
pickwick thought it was utter crack, but liked it anyway.
lonemagpie gives it 7/10.
Please to be noting that this is the reaction post and as such any and all links will contain spoilers.
Off-LJ Posts
Nick Setchfield gives it 4/5 in SFX.
rusty_halo loved it (and has migrated to wordpress).Community Posts
i_love_donna has an official reaction post, as does time_and_chips, here, and doctorwho also has one, here, as does marriedonmars, here.ed_zeppelin thought it was a good 'un, whereas just_becuase thought it was awful, and gillyp thought it was just made of purest awesome CRACK and W.I.N.. tedmaul, meanwhile, goes against type to say it was a witty, fizzy, barrel of fun: all in doctorwhoPersonal Journals
elisi thought it was lots of fun.th_esaurus thought it was the most ridiculous thing ever.padawanpooh thought it was fun and clever.holo_daxy thought it was very funny.spiralsheep makes an interesting point about the ongoing issues the series has with representations of minorities.pontisbright says it's definitely their favourite historical in New Who so far.magicallaw thought it was a jolly good romp.paratti likes how the doctor has started learning from his mistakes.snorkackcatcher thought it was an excellent episode.ionlylurkhere thought it was the best ep of series 4 so far, and links to the official Agatha Christie website's rather, ahem, Who-naif preview article for csg1 thinks it was hands down the best episode of the series so far.lothy thought it tried so hard to be a good episode, but just didn't make it.cedara thought it was cute at times, but overall weak.tencrush thought it was bad, and is thus no longer worried about being in a parallel universe.dune_drd gives it 7/10.thewhiteowl thinks they were setting up a drinking game.parrot_knight explains to the Who writers - Aristocratic Titles: UR doin it rong.snowgrouse liked it lots (with much swearing to prove it).kindkit has some reservations about how the series is dealing with relationships, but liked the ep if she doesn't think about it too hard.fahrbotdrusilla hopes she is imagining the forebodingness.cambridgelights gives it 9/10.marielina has a cap-by-cap review.madamotaku thought it was spiffing and mentions Clue (which is the American version of Cluedo, right? Or is Cluedo the British version of Clue? Anyway...)butterfly thought it was a joyous thrill ride.casirafics has a triggery reaction due to childhood sleeping wasp trauma.tzikeh has a three line summary of all the things that might possibly be annoyances for people in this ep.sundayave makes the WhoDunnit joke.quiet_fractures does not want to kiss anyone who has been eating anchovies.moetushie wishes there was Jeeves (and Wooster) in the ep.gigglestheblood thought it was AWESOMELY CRACKED OUT!!misscam thought it was very silly (WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! Post contains spoilers for non-Who shows, including BSG)spiderine reacts as she watches, and concludes positively.calapine says "This is going to be the last nice happy episode FOREVER, isn't it? After this, it's six episodes of gut-wrenching emo. YOU SEE IF I'M WRONG." I think she's rightappledollz freaking LOVED IT.meddow loved it so much.pickwick thought it was utter crack, but liked it anyway.lonemagpie gives it 7/10.- Mood:
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. . . my favorite part was his relationship with his robots.
( spoilers )
Trailers: The Dark Knight looks really awesome. I may even watch the first one all the way through as prep (saw the end on hotel TV once and wasn't impressed). New Indiana Jones, I just don't know, but I'm willing to be convinced. The Incredible Hulk . . . well, on one hand, Edward Norton, but on the other, Liv Tyler, so . . .
damn movie has stuck a song in my head.
Speed racer was actually a lot better than I expected, great race sequences and so on. I would recomend that you see it in the cinema.
Now to try and get the song out of my head.
Speed racer was actually a lot better than I expected, great race sequences and so on. I would recomend that you see it in the cinema.
Now to try and get the song out of my head.
If I'm on your friends list and you're not on mine, why are you reading me? I'd love to know. If you are, of course; I might be on there for some entirely other reason. I know some people added me so I could read individual posts linked from other people's journals, and stuff.
But I am curious.
But I am curious.
Up, and by appointment to a meeting of Sir John Lawson and Mr. Cholmly's atturney and Mr. Povy at the Swan taverne at Westminster to settle their business about my being secured in the payment of money to Sir J. Lawson in the other's absence. Thence at Langford's, where I never was since my brother died there. I find my wife and Mercer, having with him agreed upon two rich silk suits for me, which is fit for me to have, but yet the money is too much, I doubt, to lay out altogether; but it is done, and so let it be, it being the expense of the world that I can the best bear with and the worst spare. Thence home, and after dinner to the office, where late, and so home to supper and to bed. Sir J. Minnes and I had an angry bout this afternoon with Commissioner Pett about his neglecting his duty and absenting himself, unknown to us, from his place at Chatham, but a most false man I every day find him more and more, and in this very full of equivocation. The fleete we doubt not come to Harwich by this time. Sir W. Batten is gone down this day thither, and the Duchesse of Yorke went down yesterday to meet the Duke.
Can somebody please vid "You can do better than me" by Death Cab For Cutie (Album: Narrow Stairs)? I would love to see it as Doctor/Sarah Jane, Doctor/Rose, Doctor/Martha or even Doctor/Donna but it really lends itself to Doctor/Any Companion. Well any Doctor after One because of the lyrics:
We're starting to feel
We stayed together out of fear
Of dying alone
I've been slipping through the years
My old clothes don't fit like they once did
So they hang like ghosts
Of the people I've been
It's like my heart can't take
My fall in love every day
And I feel like a fool
I have to face the truth
That no one could ever look at me like you do
Like I'm something worth holding on to
These times I think of leaving
But it's something I'll never do
'Cause you can do better than me
But I can't do better than you
[repeat]
We're starting to feel
We stayed together out of fear
Of dying alone
I've been slipping through the years
My old clothes don't fit like they once did
So they hang like ghosts
Of the people I've been
It's like my heart can't take
My fall in love every day
And I feel like a fool
I have to face the truth
That no one could ever look at me like you do
Like I'm something worth holding on to
These times I think of leaving
But it's something I'll never do
'Cause you can do better than me
But I can't do better than you
[repeat]
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- Mood:
hopeful - Music:Puddle of Mudd- Psycho
Froomb!, whose author I have already forgotten, may be the worst sf novel title I have EVER seen. rachelmanija and I stopped by Cliff's Books, where she pointed out this treasure to me. It opens like a bad radio play with a man rambling contextlessly (is that a word?) to himself. At one point on the second page of narrative (p. 8 of the novel, I believe), he feels an, um, surge of eroticness and thinks to himself that people who die suddenly sometimes orgasm, so maybe that's what's happening to him. This is completely random and unconnected to any of the other action. ZOMG I am not making this up.
I also bought a book, whose author and title I have forgotten so I'll look it up later (I left the books inrachelmanija's car), that features a cracktastic manga-esque plot, although this wasn't really what convinced me to buy a book that was obviously going to be awesomely bad; no, what convinced me was finding several pages of numerology embedded in the book, plus geometrical diagrams, plus ellipses (the kind with two foci, not the kind with dots) that aren't actually ellipses. Normally this would drive me to sporky rage, but in context, it is kind of hilarious!
rachelmanija and I stopped by Cliff's Books, where she pointed out this treasure to me. It opens like a bad radio play with a man rambling contextlessly (is that a word?) to himself. At one point on the second page of narrative (p. 8 of the novel, I believe), he feels an, um, surge of eroticness and thinks to himself that people who die suddenly sometimes orgasm, so maybe that's what's happening to him. This is completely random and unconnected to any of the other action. ZOMG I am not making this up.I also bought a book, whose author and title I have forgotten so I'll look it up later (I left the books in
rachelmanija's car), that features a cracktastic manga-esque plot, although this wasn't really what convinced me to buy a book that was obviously going to be awesomely bad; no, what convinced me was finding several pages of numerology embedded in the book, plus geometrical diagrams, plus ellipses (the kind with two foci, not the kind with dots) that aren't actually ellipses. Normally this would drive me to sporky rage, but in context, it is kind of hilarious!A sacrificed ride (just as well, either I would have delayed HW too long in wait, or I would have been in no shape to deal with it after a ride), patches of laziness, but then thorough house cleaning success!
I am BATHROOM TILE VICTOR!
Ok, now, with the car management.
Life...an unending to do list.
I am BATHROOM TILE VICTOR!
Ok, now, with the car management.
Life...an unending to do list.
Title: Sarcastic permission is still permission
Author: Therese N.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: Nine, Rose, Jackie
Rating: All ages
Spoilers: Takes place during chapter one of Winner Takes All
Disclaimer: Fanfic. Does what it says on the box.
Word count: 266
Their voices, talking about something domestic, fade to a sing-song in the background. He takes his time, exploring the small council flat, this time with permission. Sarcastic permission is still permission. He wanders past the doorway where he stood when he turned down Jackie's clumsy suggestion, and shudders. This must be hers, then. He opens the next door. The pink, purple and red colour scheme is almost too much for him. The air is stale. He can tell no one lives here anymore, and the morning sun warms the room every day, contributing to the smell. The bed is made, probably Jackie's doing; he imagines that Rose just gets up and leaves. On the bed lies two fluffy red pillows and a collection of stuffed animals. He studies them, uses his big brain to make some deductions, and pick a likely candidate. Blue, furry and well-loved. He closes his eyes and loses himself in the smell of her on the teddy bear. He can distinguish the child Rose from the teenager Rose, and knows that she'd never admit the silly thing was more than just a keepsake, that she actually slept with it. This is getting close to a dangerous territory, so he'll just remove himself from her room. Just one more minute. He takes it all in, tries to get as much as possible from this short visit, before getting out to interrupt them.
He grins, wiggles his eyebrows and offers her the creature. She squeals in thanks before she understands his transgression, and uses Mr Tedopoulos to hit him. "You went in my bedroom?"
Author: Therese N.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters/Pairings: Nine, Rose, Jackie
Rating: All ages
Spoilers: Takes place during chapter one of Winner Takes All
Disclaimer: Fanfic. Does what it says on the box.
Word count: 266
Their voices, talking about something domestic, fade to a sing-song in the background. He takes his time, exploring the small council flat, this time with permission. Sarcastic permission is still permission. He wanders past the doorway where he stood when he turned down Jackie's clumsy suggestion, and shudders. This must be hers, then. He opens the next door. The pink, purple and red colour scheme is almost too much for him. The air is stale. He can tell no one lives here anymore, and the morning sun warms the room every day, contributing to the smell. The bed is made, probably Jackie's doing; he imagines that Rose just gets up and leaves. On the bed lies two fluffy red pillows and a collection of stuffed animals. He studies them, uses his big brain to make some deductions, and pick a likely candidate. Blue, furry and well-loved. He closes his eyes and loses himself in the smell of her on the teddy bear. He can distinguish the child Rose from the teenager Rose, and knows that she'd never admit the silly thing was more than just a keepsake, that she actually slept with it. This is getting close to a dangerous territory, so he'll just remove himself from her room. Just one more minute. He takes it all in, tries to get as much as possible from this short visit, before getting out to interrupt them.
He grins, wiggles his eyebrows and offers her the creature. She squeals in thanks before she understands his transgression, and uses Mr Tedopoulos to hit him. "You went in my bedroom?"
We've just come back from the trip down to the border to actually do the "landing" bit of being landed immigrants. Some of us were a bit worried that they'd change their minds at the last minute, but they didn't. We left Z's girlfriend in our apartment with instructions to post all the books if they wouldn't let us in again... but they did. We are home! We are as Canadian as possible under the circumstances!
We've been working towards this for a long time.
We've been working towards this for a long time.
Originally published at Angelic Paranoia. You can comment here or there.
I am doing well on getting things done today. Even if I did start last night. So far today I have:
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I think i give up with the hairy look.tomorrow,i get the shaver or maybe a pair of hedge clippers