- Action:work
- Mood:
cheerful
This is so sad because it is so very plausible. Ha. Ha. Ha ha ha.
- Mood:
amused - Media:the celing fan
Three A's and two B's. That's probably the best I've done in school since, what, the 5th grade.
Go me!
- Mood:
ecstatic
SQUEE the AWESOMENESS!
Oh, and my room is clean. Imagine that.
- Mood:
happy
Today after dinner I went with Aunt Charlie to Barnes & Noble, and I couldn't resist some books. I got: Another Fine Myth/Myth Conceptions by Robert Asprin, A Nameless Witch by A. Lee Martinez, The Mammoth Book of Pirates ('cause it's the perfect Heroine Addiction research book), and The Serpent and the Rose by Kathleen Bryan.
Sounds fun, ain't it?
Cheerios,
Kelle.
- Mood: amused
- Media:Charmed
- Mood: happy
- Media:I, Robot
Your Midriff sags toward your knees;
your breasts lie down in air,
their nipples as uninvolved
as warm starfish.
You stand in your elastic case,
still not giving up the new-born
and the old-born cycle.
Moving, you rolls down the garment,
down that pink snapper and hoarder,
as your belly, soft as pudding,
slops into the empty space;
down, over the sugeron's carefulmark,
down over hips, those head cushions
and mouth cushions,
slow motion like a rolling pin,
over crisp hairs, that amazing field
that hides your genius from your patron;
over thighs, thick as young pigs,
over knees like saucers,
over calves, polished as leather,
down toward the feet.
You pause you for a moment,
tying your ankles into knots.
Now you rise,
as city from thje sea,
born long before Alexandria was,
straightway from God you have come
into your redeeming skin.
- Action:work
- Mood:
sore
Now in Creative Writing we have just started our unit on poetry and I have this urge to delve back in, but there is this little part of my brain that tells me I've used up all my poetry skillz, there are none left to milk, no new things to discover. I've silenced it with a crow bar for now. Hopefully, it will stay away.
Some of poetry has ended up here:
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simpletonsgrin. So, I am back attempting again, poetry.
- Action:work
- Mood:
surprised
I am compiling a list of books to read or re-read as the case may be. Italics means I have started them, line through means I have finish them.
Reading List, Started 04/20/07
Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery
Banewreaker: Volume I of The Sundering by Jacqueline Carey
Eaters of the Dead by Michael Crichton
Fall of a Kingdom (Farsala Trilogy, Book 1) by Hilari Bell
Fool Moon (The Dresden Files, Book 2) by Jim Butcher
...
To be added to later.
- Action:writing center
- Mood:
hungry
So, onto other things that are even more bizarre. I have this class on Tues nights, a Sci-Fi and Fantasy survey course, taught by the lovely Lyn. Yesterday (which actually isn’t today’s yesterday, but some weeks ago yesterday) we went over the Arthurian Legends, Wife of Bath, and Morte D'arthur, and then she had us watch part of Excalibur. As soon as the movie begins my brain goes -- 80s movie, 80s movie! -- which it totally is. One question before we start: How can so many good/great actors be so horribly gut-wrenchingly awful?
Ah, the age when Star Wars: The New Hope was the pinnacle of special effects. The good old days when it didn't matter how real the blood or monsters looked, it was the effin' story line that counted, that and the inventive, crisp, witty dialogue.
None of which Excalibur actually inherits.
Everything from the aforementioned bad acting to the horrid costumes and the knights' armor which is entirely too shiny for even Captain Mal. Oh, and Cherie's MASSIVE 80s hair-do, that puts freakin' afros to shame.
So, it starts with Arthur, the young squire. Audience Ooos. Arthur's hero journey enfolds like it always does. The dunce of a four letter boy forgets Kay's sword and has to go running back to their 'tent' to get it. Where he doesn't find it, then the so caring cherub attempts to filch from the armorers but at the last moments decides that that just might be a bad thing. So he goes sprinting off, tension noticeable in every part of him, cause oh-fuck you forget your brothers sword. But, never fear, a sword in the stone is here. Apparently, this version of young Arthur does have a brain. He, by total accident, pulls a bloody sword out of a bloody stone, and doesn't think twice, cause apparently pulling a bloody sword from a bloody stone is not that bloody SPECIAL.
Yes, that is Prince John from A Lion in Winter. Poor, poor Prince John.
Next, it was Guinevere up on the wall during an effing battle. WTF? Dude, no. It’s a fucking battle lady, you’re father would have beat you for leaving your fucking room. Wake up, sweetheart, it’s a fucking battle!
Also, on the list of things that really can’t be taken seriously is the green glow. Every time magic happened, like when the Lady of Everything that is Water mended Excalibur or when Merlin did something, or when Arthur pulled the sword from the stone, this green glow blossomed on the screen. I couldn’t help but chime, “MAGIC!” in a really cheesy, campy way everything the green would ignite.
Jen was all, “Why is it green?” I turned to her and exclaimed, “It’s MAGIC!”
And, what was with Merlin’s metal head thingie, it was like fused to his fucking brain. It was like something out of Drizzt’s book of fashion or something.
The Wedding, it was so sparkly and bright I think even Kaylee would have had an aneurism from all the shiny.
I think I stop here before I become too incoherent.
Ta, ladies and gooseberries.
- Mood:
bouncy
- Action:Work
- Mood:
pensive
Modern, Cool Nerd 69 % Nerd, 73% Geek, 30% Dork |
For The Record: A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia. A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one. A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions. You scored better than half in Nerd and Geek, earning you the title of: Modern, Cool Nerd. Nerds didn't use to be cool, but in the 90's that all changed. It used to be that, if you were a computer expert, you had to wear plaid or a pocket protector or suspenders or something that announced to the world that you couldn't quite fit in. Not anymore. Now, the intelligent and geeky have eked out for themselves a modicum of respect at the very least, and "geek is chic." The Modern, Cool Nerd is intelligent, knowledgable and always the person to call in a crisis (needing computer advice/an arcane bit of trivia knowledge). They are the one you want as your lifeline in Who Wants to Be a Millionaire (or the one up there, winning the million bucks)! Congratulations! Thanks Again! -- THE NERD? GEEK? OR DORK? TEST |
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- Mood:
working - Media:Jake 2.0
God, has the world around me been busy. Yesterday, Leanna and Harley and I had a study group at Starbucks for Astronomy. I almost shot myself in the head, so much math. Catherine and her hubby showed up, and that was lots of fun. It was so good to see her. I can't believe she got married though, but he seems like a great guy.
So much stuff to do, I did eight pages of notes, front and back, on Arthurian Legends for Sci-Fi/Fantasy Course. I still have to do notes on Alice in Wonderland and Grimm's Cinderella. Then, I have to finished A Heart So White for Creative Writing, and make sure Gertrude's conflict and change are clearCLEARclear. Plus, I actually have to give it an finite ending. Bleh. I have a Astronomy test on Thursday, so much math, too much math, but on Wednesday I have a Star Party to look forward to. JC and I are going to make a party of it.
I broke away from the endless note taking to try and work on my Fool's Duel contest entry. The quote was --
Deprive a mirror of its silver and even the czar won't see his face. -Russian ProverbIt's got a name, Infaustus, and a POV character, Aetius. And, it's so Arthuriany, but pre-Arthur Britannia. Oh, and I totally poke fun at Uther's sleeping habits, and that he can't seem to keep his hands to himself.
Fox Feet/Den of Foxes Update
I created a new character Isaac, and he officially wins the suckiest childhood ever award. His mother was a midwife, his father a country judge, those two were estranged since right after Isaac was born. He found a dead baby near his house when he was eight, and the townsfolk tried him as a witch. Right after they trussed him up his mother showed up, and they burned her instead. Apparently, finding dead babies will get you set on fire. The best part about the whole ordeal was that Isaac's father was the presiding judge. His father sent him to an asylum in Scotland. He dreams of his dead mother often. The asylum didn't quite destroy him, he developed a pretty severe case of OCD, he once tried to remove his freckles with a rasp (it's like a nail file, but used on horses), and, well, he becomes a compulsive liar. Oh, and he is madly in love with one of the hired help on the asylum estate, who is unfortunately not Jack Hughman's twin.
Isaac and Culadhcain should talk and start a support group.
How Isaac met Johnny Fox -- Johnny, on assignment, takes residence in a barn for the night, and the woman of the house finds him, beats him up proper, and the next thing he comes across in the wilds is the asylum. When Johnny leaves he smuggles Isaac out; the kid looked like he needed to get out, and Johnny knew talent when he saw it. Gareth is probably going to raise holy hell, he is not the prettiest anymore. Oh, Isaac can't wink or whistle, he just looks/sounds retarted when he tries.
He thinks it is very sarcastic of me to name him Isaac as the name means he laughs.
Oh, and my eyes feel like they are going to burn themselves out of their sockets. How about that for a visual? AHHHH!!!
- Mood:
irritated - Media:CSI
I haven't been particularly up on updating, I know, but since I promised
smaur a long few weeks ago, I'd blog, here it is. Prepare for something horrendously long. Notice, this is no way in any order...
( Things that own my soul, but make me oh-so-frustrated, and lead me to repeat the above headbanging. )
Laterz, y'all.
Tabby
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blah
I just saw Children of Men, it is oh-so-frakin amazing. When my brain stops maybe I'll type up why. I swear, it must be in Clive Owen's contract that every movie he does, he must end up with blood and gore on his face. Duh, it can't be a Clive Owen movie without him smearing blood on his beauteous face.
I love one of my new books, it's my new, new favorite book: Outlander by Diana Gabaldon. Buy it. The verse commands you to.
Ciao, mi loverlies.
- Action:At JoWendi's
- Mood:
impressed - Media:Feist
"Don't think you're off the hook, voters. You're the ones who made this bed. Now you're the ones who are gonna have to move over so a gay couple can sleep in it. Tomorrow you're all gonna to wake up in a brave new world, a world where the Constitution gets trampled by an army of terrorist clones created in a stem-cell research lab run by homosexual doctors who sterilize their instruments over burning American flags, where tax-and-spend Democrats take all your hard earned money and use it to buy electric cars for National Public Radio and teach evolution to illegal immigrants... Oh and everybody's high!" - Stephen Colbert
The above quote is from Comedy Central's Presentation of "The Midterm Midtacular" hosted by hilarious duo of Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert. Hot-damn those two are entertaining. So, since I haven't posted much of anything I thought I should.
The reason I haven't be gabbing here is because, I am doing nanowrimo and everything on that can be seen here:
heroinediction . I also gave myself a new layout look, fun eh? Oh yeah.
Maybe something more life-indepth later. Hehee... my entry title is from a comment by Jon Stewart -
Can Karl Rove's tactical genius once again overcome -- let's say -- reality.
Chowder, be free folks.
Tabby.
- Mood:
curious - Media:Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969)
Well, somehow my computer got a virus, so I had to take it to the shop and get it fixed. I took it in yesterday, I just got it back a hour or so ago. Result, my nano wordcount teh sucks ass.
Heehee, Em, I heart you.
...But Pat Robertson Said That Would All End Once I Stopped Ass-Fucking Other Men
Guy #1: What's up with all these storms and tornadoes?
Guy #2: God is coming soon.
Guy #1: I know, but ....
--Campus Rd, Brooklyn College
Off to Nano-it-up!
Chowder, be free, peeps!
The Tabitha
- Action:where do you think I am?
- Mood:
frustrated - Media:BBC World News
Why do I always update in the wee hours of the morning?
...
Good question. But I'm not now, so hah! *sticks out tongue*
Why does BSG still own my soul? I cannot figure this out. I mean come on - Starbuck is a loving mother; Lee is fat, married to Dee, and without purpose; Anders is alive and well, the pnemonia didn't fuckin' bury him like we thought; Tigh is my hero, with a great scraggly beard, and Gaeta (a cylon now, WTF?) pulls a gun on Baltar. Fuck! It's crazy like Lost is crazy. Like polar bears on an island in the south pacific crazy. And yeah, it still owns my soul. And some how this new Lee hasn't destroyed my inner child like I thought it would.
And GODDAMN YOU ALL TO HELL, I WANT MY HOUSE AND STANDOFF BACK!
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meyerlemon is hilarious, she makes my day, plus she makes me believe I am not the only one who thinks of these kinds of things; like so:
Quote: Why is fandom so freakin' judgmental? Like, yes, I am as guilty of this as anyone, but HOLY SHIT DUDES. We're all nerds here, although, er, some of us are stealth nerds, and some of us are more your... B-52 Flying Fortress of nerds. The point is, your weirdo hobby is actually not that much more okay than this other person's weirdo hobby. Fuck.
Yeah, I heart her oh-so-much, in a totally platonic way.
Then Ari went and made me laugh today -
[while learning web design]
STUDENT 1: I like my website. It’s gay.
STUDENT 2: Yeah, because nothing says “really cool” like gay. Just like Brokeback Mountain. Nothing says “good movie” like gay cowboys.
And then, cause I just have to tell everyone, on YWS we have House and his team, as follows.
Dr. House - Brad aka Incandescence
Cuddy - Rina aka Snoink
Foreman - Me (Tabitha) aka Caligula's Launderette
Wilson - Jack aka Jack (Firestarter)
Cameron - Sam aka Crysi
Chase - Bob aka backgroundbob
go us!
And poor Em has a stalker. Ewwy! *crowbar appears* Crossing my fingers that he either gets knocked up-side the head or stops his antics.
I just realized how many souls I own. MOOHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Copyright K. Sandra Fuhr (http://boymeetsboy.keenspot.com)
Cheerios my little monkeys!
Tabby
- Action:LRC
- Mood:
dorky
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crackified . w00t! I should probably be asleep. Oh well... check out my new posts in simpletonsgrin & satyriste.
Blarrg.
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cranky - Media:Disney Soundtracks
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