Jenna Moran - See? You just ASSUME she's aerial! She could be THE SUN OF THE SEA
... augh writing that in capital letters is giving me Xenogears flashbacks
Yesterday 23:09
Really? Really? I never knew!
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Deeply Satisfying
So, what's going on in my reading life is, ignoring the lengthy hiatus I took to play Final Fantasy II in sync with my brother and the lengthy hiatus I took to read plenty of YA novels and all of Sarah Rees Brennan's fanfiction, I'm reading in essentially random order through the books that a friend of mine who moved to a different continent allowed me to take. You may recall that these books included The Hunchback of Notre Dame, The Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man and Maurice. These were then followed by Wade Davis's The Serpent and the Rainbow and, now, Ray Bradbury's Martian Chronicles. So that's five books. Much to my surprise and pleasure, three out of those five have included Byron mentions! Ironically, considering the subject matter, Maurice is one of the ones that doesn't; more logically, neither does The Serpent and the Rainbow. Oh, yay Byron! 60% of all novels should mention you!
I Randomly Abuse Gerard Manley Hopkins
You can download my new song. It is a good song to listen to while you walk somewhere, or while you are engaged in drudgery.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
This Amuses Me
Apparently Nina Barnes is a Zizek fan. This would probably amuse me more if it were Kevin Barnes, but it's still pretty good. I think that means that any Lacan references I find in of Montreal lyrics can be taken as deliberate, which, given my propensity for finding Lacan references, is probably convenient ;-)
Marking Poetry (Brought to You By My Propensity to Misplace Things and Then Find Them Again)
I. The light is dead! It's gone away!
It may return another day,
But, as for now, it's gone! It's gone!
I see no reason to go on.
II. The light is back! It's come to stay!
This is a day to run and play!
My heart, inspired, fills with hope -
I will not have to find a rope.
III. The world is a sea of endless light,
Awash in a silver flame,
And life is an island dimmed, a dot
Of misery and pain.
IV. The world is a sea of endless light,
Awash in a silver flame,
And life is a port where boats dock, rest,
And sail out from again.
It may return another day,
But, as for now, it's gone! It's gone!
I see no reason to go on.
II. The light is back! It's come to stay!
This is a day to run and play!
My heart, inspired, fills with hope -
I will not have to find a rope.
III. The world is a sea of endless light,
Awash in a silver flame,
And life is an island dimmed, a dot
Of misery and pain.
IV. The world is a sea of endless light,
Awash in a silver flame,
And life is a port where boats dock, rest,
And sail out from again.
Friday, August 5, 2011
THIS EXISTS!?!?!?
I feel obligated to make the following comment: Probably the most AU thing about this is that Keats and Shelly are described as friends ;-)
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