teylaminh: (Photo - leaves)
Having missed Monday night's episode of Ashes to Ashes, Paul and I watched it last night on Replay.

Goodness, that was enjoyable. :)

Back to feeling the Gene/Alex love very much so after last week (shut up, last week's Metro reviewer, some of us actually enjoy the UST... in fact I would wager that for the majority of us it's why we keep watching...) and had almost forgotten - as ever with my fandoms of late - how brilliant it is. Heart-thumpingly, breath-hitchingly brilliant.

Also had two very amusing lines, though I imagine they'll lose a bit in writing them down.

Some very minor spoilers in case you've not seen it... )

The rest of it is all quite intriguing, still. I imagine two series of A2A would be just as sufficient as the two were for LoM - not over-egging the cake and all that. I like the fact that one of the other smaller mysteries of the series is whether Gene Hunt is actually a real person (as Alex now seems to think), rather than a 'construct', which makes the coma vs. time-travel element more interesting.

In other news, all the fee earners are at their away-day today, so obviously there's no work to do. I managed to drag some copy-typing out for a couple of hours this morning but there is now nothing left. Ho hum. I might as well work on the JC chapter fic, or maybe start one of those other ideas...

Heh.

Oct. 30th, 2008 01:15 pm
teylaminh: (Spuffy - with or without)
Journal re-tagging continues. On looking at the list, I have one thing to say:

"God GOD, that's a lot of shake fandoms!" :P

Was just in Tesco because I figured I would fare better getting a pumpkin now instead of later. Considering there were three left, turns out that may well be true. Anyway, it reminded me of when I was in there the other day and the entry I was going to do on getting home...

Periodically, the Tesco Metro in town decide to reverse their escalators, presumably to save on belt wear or whatever. Anyway, this decidedly simple action is enough to make ordinarily intelligent (at least, one assumes) people into blathering idiots.

I understand that we get used to things being a certain way, and when that changes it is quite confusing. But that isn't any excuse for the common sense lapse which results in the following:

Pushing past other shoppers who are coming off an escalator which is going DOWN, only to then attempt to go UP on the same escalator because it was that way around the other week, and then look surprised when it's not any more. You'd think the people coming OFF THE ESCALATOR would be enough of a tip-off...

People are weird.
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I've been intending to do this entry for ages and keep forgetting. I was reminded of it last Monday at swimming with [livejournal.com profile] herringprincess during one of our usual weird conversations.

Anyway: Eddie Izzard quotes/notions that would make good band names. :)

Apparently there is a band called 'The Hair Thieves', and that provoked me to come up with a few more... Feel free to add to the list. :P (Also, bonus points to anyone who can complete the full quote...)

Hairnets and Dogfood
Earwig Chutney
Spider Gravy
Cake or Death (obvs. :P)
Covered in Bees (with optional extra 'eeeeee's :P)
Cannot Access Printer
Techno-Joy
I've Got Legs
Pants Left in the Wash
Pantscat
Action Transvestite
So Yeah (Added 15.45)

Actually, it's a lot harder than I thought. I need to rewatch my Izzardy goodness. Any more?
teylaminh: (MH - Matthew - WTF?!)
Gah. What is it about PC messages - error or otherwise - that renders usually intelligent people suddenly incapable of reading?

Nothing much else to report. We started working on Porgy and Bess last night (or 'Betsy and Porg', as Adrian likes to call it) which was... interesting. Harder than it looked, and has that rather amusing effect of a majortarily white choir trying to sing phonetic African American dialect... There's a section towards the end where we have to basically learn the tune but then, in the performance, copy what the soloist ad libs. Which should be disastrously entertaining, to say the least...

I appear to have managed to poison myself again. As Paul is fine, it must be something I've eaten that he hasn't, and since we had entirely separate meals yesterday, that narrows it down to:

orange + lemon muffin from Pret
two-day-old tuna (unlikely)
bottle of apple juice
McDonalds

Given my stomach is displaying similar symptoms to the last time some off apple juice poisoned me, my vote's on that at the moment. Alternatively, since the muffin had little chunks of orange in it, it could be that my body has gone so long without proper fruit intake that it rejects the very idea of fruit pulp - I also had a dodgy stomach after I tried my first smoothie...

I hope it's just the McDonalds or something...

My insides haven't been the same since the glandular fever, to be honest. I spent the majority of the first two weeks unable to eat anything solid and lost quite a bit of weight (didn't last long, unfortunately) and ever since then the slightest thing seems to make my stomach throw a wobbler. I spent quite a significant period from October 2006 onwards feeling sick every morning (to the point where, if it hadn't have been impossible, I would have suspected pregnancy...)

So, since I just lost all my breakfast, I am eating a biscuit. Carefully.

I think I might start writing down a 'food diary'. It might help to take an objective look at these things so I can see what 'bad foods' I need to cut out... Yes. Starting Monday.

In other news, I've used up my remaining 1.5 annual leave days to extend my easter leave to a full two weeks. I was originally off for all of 12th March and the morning of the 13th, , then Easter, but I've now taken the afternoon of the 13th and also the 14th. So I'm now off from 12-25 March. TWO WEEKS OFF WORK! Hopefully I might get some bloody flat-sorting done at this rate...

At the time of writing (well this paragraph, at least), I am waiting on a social worker to email me her core assessment so I can amend it, as Ian can't get into his email to forward it to me. It's like waiting for paint to dry...

Which sort of reminds me of another silly half-conversation from yesterday - although, like the majority of them, it loses a lot in the retelling.

Gaynor: [on phone to helpdesk] I'm not flashing...
Ian: [overhearing] I should hope not!

Anyway. I should probably do some more work. If and when this bloody assessment ever gets emailed, it'll take me the best part of an hour to sort it out... probably be quicker to retype it.

I promise to post an entry of some substance at some point. I had a few ponderings going through my brain last night about inspiration, but that can wait until it's a bit more coherent...
teylaminh: (Spuffy - with or without)
...the accompanying letter from Joss Whedon with the Angel 5-season box set, as promised...

Note: will contain spoilers for those who haven't seen any/all of Angel...

Dear Angel fan... )

I love that Joss writes his characters like he talks. :)  That's why Firefly is so recognisably his...
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It's. Too. Hot.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO [livejournal.com profile] jackiesjottings!!  Have a pirate. :)

Listening to CD2 of 3; tomorrow, Shock Treatment.  Today, it's been So Long & Thanks For All The Fish, which I think is in the innings for Best Song Ever right now.  I may have to listen to the Once Around the Sun CD, though, as Joby Talbot really is very good at this music thing.

Amusing snippet telling the story behind SL&TFATF )

Work was fairly tedious today, really.  Nothing very exciting happened.  I phoned up Bartley Green to inform them that one of our cases was transferring and sent the file over, which it isn't my job to do, but anyway.  If it's all done wrong and goes tits-up, then it's because I'm not meant to do things like that.  The heat became unbearable at about 2.30 as usual, and Sandra interrogated me a bit more about Paul, making like she's expecting a frelling wedding invite.  Er, not that there's a wedding or anything.  Um.

That's about it.  Frell knows when I'll get anything to eat tonight. I think I'll go play Sanitarium a bit more...
teylaminh: (Random - Absinthe!)
I was having two conversations at once last night, one with [livejournal.com profile] bizarre_imagery and one with [livejournal.com profile] thefleshfailure, and some of the bits of conversation just need to be chronicled...

Fliss!Randomness. )

Eni!Randomness - lots of it. )

Bravo to anyone who survived all of that.  It was hilarious at the time...  I swear, one day we will destroy the world.

So, today I have been in an insanely good mood.  The office has been nice and quiet and, aside from having the Distribution of Ultimate Death (6 kids...), I've even had very little work to do so spent the majority of my time mucking around on Inline...  There was surprisingly little mickey-taking on there, even though Jonathan/unprouncable-name-guy outright outed us in his MGM post... still confused a couple of people though, which is always fun.  Of course, the good mood was only elevated by my extreme nervousness about phoning Tor about the MHLive tickets... I went outside in my lunch break to do so and she was lovely...

Actually, the entire thing was disastrous, amusingly so.  I phoned up and said I'd have the four tickets (Steve and Kate can go so I've only got to sort out the other one) and she'd give my name and details to the ticket company and effectively bump me to the front of the queue.  So, five minutes after this call I remembered I hadn't given her my phone number, and had to call again.  An hour or so after that, there was a voicemail message from Tor on my mobile saying she'd lost my address and could I phone up to give it to her - I phoned up and she'd popped out, so I had to phone again, so now, hopefully, it'll all get sorted.

And then later I managed to cut Paul off on my mobile. Oops.

So, yes.  Randomness last night also helped with the good mood, though at the time I was in "I love eeeeveryone!" mode, as the Eni!snippet demonstrates...  However, I was in such a good mood I've gone the entire day with no caffeine, so by home time I was half-dead.  Ah, well.

Hee.  It didn't hit me til at least 12.30 that OMG I'M GOING TO MOST HAUNTED LIVE!!!  :D :D  Juuuust a tad excitable about that.  I've warned the office that I will be utterly unbearable for the next two weeks... possibly, this is not warning enough.  Seriously.  I was practically bouncing off the walls today.

In which case, I should probably stop typing... :)
teylaminh: (Random - Absinthe!)
I've been meaning to type up one of these for ages and kept forgetting.  In the local Sandwell Chronicle, there's a bloke by the name of Philip Solomon, who writes random articles about local points of interest.  In Black Country dialect.

I have something of a soft spot for Yammish, being a Yammer born and bred despite not having the accent, so Mr Solomon's weekly articles are really quite adorable, as well as appealing to my inner phonetics geek.

So, here's this week's. Translation provided on request. ;)

Philip Solomon's Ode Black Country Musin's - 'Ighest quality traps bear out Vikin' theory


Ado, aer kid.  This wick I thought it wuz time ter get the 'istory cap on agen.

Now a faermous, proper Black Country town, is of course Wednesfield, but yer see, year agoo that would probably 'ave bin Wodensfield, naermed after the ode Vikin' god, Woden.

Now some people say as tharray so, but it's gorra be, ay it?  Common sense tells yer that.  Un all yow schoolkids frum thar area as follows me column, just goo an 'ave a look at whar it sez on the gaertes in the park.

In fact, thinkin' abaert it, a lorra them Wednesfield folk 'ave got the look of the Vikin's abaert 'em, as well.  Yer know, very 'andsome, fair-yedded, yet they'd soon sort yer out if yer crossed 'em.  Un I should know cuz I wuz born in Wednesfield.

But another thing they wuz really faermous for all over the waerld, wuz mekkin' all sort of traps.  In fact they 'ad a reputation fer mekkin' some of the very finest, un I ay ob abaert the sort ter ketch mice in, neither.

Every animal yow could imagine would 'ave a trap med ter ketch it - even things like lions - but I suppose moost of the traps they med would 'ave bin ter ketch rabbits, 'ares, foxes un all sorts of similar creatures, which we all think am very nice but of course would 'ave bin the bane of the ode gaermekeeper's life on all the country estates up un daern the country.

Un if yow want ter research this, I venture ter say yow'll find as a very large percentage of any of these contraptions yer see 'angin' up as examples of yesteryear in some of the big 'ouses wuz made in Wednesfield, un might even be stamped with the naerme.

Course, I suppose terday there ay the saerme need fer such awful things as some on 'em wuz then.  I wuz once showed an 'orrible thing in America, a great big back-breaker of a thing with massive teeth on it, un do yow know whar it wuz used for?  It wuz a mon-trap, un although I cor be certain, I should think we even med them in Wednesfield at one time, cuz if a trap 'ad ter be of the very 'ighest quality, Wednesfield wuz wheere it generally come from.

In mooer recent years, I suppose the town 'as become well-known (alongside its close neighbour, Willenhall), fer mekkin' locks as a lor of yer wull known, un' probably 'ave waerked at plaerces such as the Yale, un' lots of other smaller plaerces.

So theere yer goo, that's what Wednesfield wuz faermous for.

Also, at one time, it would 'ave 'ad a very traditional little market wheere yow could 'ave bought anythin' frum a sheep's 'ead to a spool of cotton, un in fact, it still 'as a very nice market ter this day.

But next time yow visit theere, yow want ter watch out fer two things - Vikin's, traps as might be set fer yer, un things ter lock yer up with!

Tarra a bit, aer kid, un I'll be back next wick ter tell yer a few mooer musin's.


'Sbrilliant, isn't it? :D

In other news, Eni sent me a goldfish through the post.  How's that for random...
teylaminh: (Buffy - sanity)
...but am addicted to X-Files fic.  I think I must've missed that phase the first time around, apart from the whole emailing-the-entire-Disney-world-fanfiction-to-myself-from-the-message-board incident.  I've still got that, incidentally...

Anyway, today I remembered that there are birthdays coming up, so went to WHSmith's to find cards.  I bought three, two for aforesaid birthdays, and one for myself.

Garbo. )

The message rang true, and I liked the picture...  I'm currently working on iconing it, but there's too much of the quote to fit onto a single icon, and I may have to animate it... if not, I'll just use the picture.  Will post attempts when I have more than one and a half of them. :)

I had something else to say there, and now I've forgotten it again... Ah, well.
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This one didn't take as long; wish I'd typed the other one straight up...

Phantom )

Tee hee.  I just love that story...
teylaminh: (Absinthe!)
First transcription done.  This comes after "Tonight" and before "Before the Parade Passes By" as a link.  It's funny, but not as funny as the Phantom one that comes later...  I've tried to keep in all the stumbles and randomness because it's amusing, but it's sort of difficult to do, so bear with it.  I imagine there's also lots of interesting gestures and faces, but obviously, this being only an audio CD, I don't know what they are.  I'm sure you can imagine...

Gene Kelly, or, even celebrities can be fanboys )

*grin*  Transcription can't really do it justice, mind you, but it makes me giggle.
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a quote from saturday that i just remembered, for your amusement.

whilst discussing the casting of the phantom movie...

Me:  And... Simon Callow's in it.
Eni: Who?
Me: He was in Four Weddings and A Funeral.
Eni:  Ah, I haven't seen that one yet.
Me: Oh, well, he's the one in the kilt who dies in Four Weddings...
Eni:  SOMEONE DIES?!? ... Oh, wait.  Four Weddings and A Funeral...

that entire snippet of conversation is probably the eni-est thing ever... and considering i've only known her little over a month, it's rather impressive i know that. :)
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[livejournal.com profile] translucent: baaad fandoms
[livejournal.com profile] translucent: all of 'em!
[livejournal.com profile] translucent: hell, dude. do you do this with real people?
[livejournal.com profile] translucent: because you could make scary livings out of it, somehow..
[livejournal.com profile] teylaminh: heck, no. real people are impossible to 'ship for :)
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it must be summer. i was out with bare arms just now...

that, and there was a fly in the kitchen. methinks i should clean it before we have an infestation. it's practically a biohazard as it is.

Today's Quote (a long one): "It is a kind of heaven. This is what i was made for. It is doing nothing. A fraud is being perpetrated: writing is not work, it's doing nothing. It's not a fraud: doing nothing is what I have to do to live. Or: doing writing is what I have to do to do nothing. Or: doing nothing is what I have to do to write. Or: writing is what I have to do to be my melancholy self. And be alone.

Moreover, I don't have to think about food. No one here now finds eating an essential part of their life. In addition to smoking, drinking coffee and writing, I make regular trips to the fridge to gaze on its cosmic emptiness. I adore its lit-up vacancy... There's a bit of inedible cheese, a jar of jalapeno chillies which I nibble at when I'm peckish. Every 36 hours to so I call in an emergency pizza. Another nice man on a bike brings it round. I do not die of starvation. I continue to drink coffee (sometimes tea), smoke, write and stare at the ceiling."

Jenny Diski, "Moving Day" in Don't
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found randomly on here, but don't ask me where, exactly...

"I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in."

*ahem*

(actually, this entire page is quite amusing...)


(added at 04.17: still reading through them. this is one of those court room things:

"When he went, had you gone and had she, if she wanted to and were able, for the time being excluding all the restraints on her not to go, gone also, would he have brought you, meaning you and she, with him to the station?
MR. BROOKS: Objection. That question should be taken out and shot.")

grr.

Mar. 3rd, 2003 04:11 pm
teylaminh: (Default)
i did an entry whilst at uni but it didn't post it. i think i can vaguely remember what it was about - having watched "the green mile" (wonderful film...) i was still lying awake at 4.00am, and am now running on about three hours sleep. this is not a good thing. i am, however, amazingly not tired...

oh, and wonder of wonders - david brottman let us out of picturing books half an hour early, because we were all dying from heat exhaustion...

that's about it. the other one was better...

Today's Quote: "Why, dey's like angels. Angels from God's own heaven..." (which is probably a mis-quote; it's close enough) - John (can't spell his surname...) in "The Green Mile", whilst watching Fred Astaire and, I assume, Ginger Rogers although someone is bound to correct me if I'm wrong, in "Top Hat" (And if anyone'll know, then I'm betting on either [livejournal.com profile] igneouskitten or [livejournal.com profile] sweeterthing...)
teylaminh: (Default)
i must share this. it's amusing. if torturous to my hormones and general state of sanity...

(back story - allan told me he thought he'd heard that an ex-sunset personage may be in rocky horror this time around. we have no idea if this is so or if it's true. however, i present, a conversation between me and her whilst playing scrabble...

me: for some reason i have this horrible suspicion that sunset tour's betty might be janet. although i'm just projecting as allan reckons there's a sunset tour person in it...

her: *laughs*

me: i'm not even going there. nope. brain is not going to make the connection.

me: it's not. it's NOT.

her: no.

me: *pained snort*

her: actually, it is ;)

me: no, bad...

me: impossible, anyway, he's been in little shop for most of the run...

her: *giggles*

me: *hysterics* i would cackle much if it happened, though.

her: just for the amusement factor, though, i want you to think about him in fishnets. you may begin.

me: *cackling*

me: i hate you.

me: i *really* hate you.

her: *grin*

me: although he probably would make a frelling hysterical brad...

her: that too...

me: that was what i was thinking :P

that's about the gist of it. i was hyperventilating-giggling for a good five minutes... and then i listened to the floorshow. bad plan :)

however, yeerocky! and yeecats! but more yeerocky at the moment. and as a change, for anyone who hasn't heard yet, i'm going as columbia this year :)
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currently, the phrase, "Turns out, Scorpius is like eighty-five percent water. Who knew?" is making me cackle hysterically.

from here, if you're curious. he finally updated...
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well, spring semester has beguneth. and as usual, the bus-to-get-everyone-to-uni-for-9.00am was completely stuffed to the gills twice before it got to my stop. luckily, seeing as i got there at 9.15, the lecture didn't actually start til 9.30.

critical theory 2 is no way to start a week, but at least the lecturer is interesting.

and i'm running out again in 1 hour and 45 minutes to go to my picturing books lecture (basically, it's book into film...) which is taking place in a Real Lecture Theatre, as opposed to a room with lots of tables... (to be more specific, it's taking place in the Real Lecture Theatre,,,)

that's about it. not very interesting, and for that, i apologise...

Today'd Quote: "...open your chickens to page 211..." --Dr. Dave Ellis, BA(Hons) English Studies course leader, explaining the basics of Strucuralism...
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oh, and, slightly non-spoilery line from 'angel' tonight which had me cackling like a lunatic...

fred, pretending to be a vampire, claws up her hands and goes "rahhhh!". and angel says, "you're a vampire, you're not in 'cats'...."

*grin*
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there's too many wonderful lines in this to even try and do a list, so i may as well post the whole thing.

Preludes - T.S.Eliot )
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okay. body, this is ridiculous. i have had over 12 hours of sleep. it is not possible for me to be tired. moreover, i have an essay to do, and a choir rehearsal tonight; therefore, it is vital that my brain functions at more than a quarter impulse, and that my voice is not marred by the cough-that-won't-sod-off.

ugh...

Today's Quote: "...If His Majesty cannot regulate himself, how should he regulate the country?"

(Fitzroy, "The Madness of George III", Alan Bennet)
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news. just in general.

1) we got out of our theatricality&madness lecture early today, at 11.00. and i thought it was 10.00 for some reason and decided to go to town and have a mcdonalds breakfast, because i had a craving. so i got to town and realised it was now 11.10 and they'd have stopped selling breakfast. so i bought a steak bake from gregg's instead. which was cold. ah well.

2) i have a dvd-rom, and it works, so now i can make decent screencaps of things i want for my various needs... (well, for farscape episodes 2.1-2.5 and 3.1-3.10, cats, moulin rouge, nightmare and rocky, anyway... any requests?)

3) seeing 'circus of horrors' tonight with naomi at the alex, which should be interestingly terrifying...

4) i have started writing a screenplay. yes, a screenplay. as in the movie sort. and it not only looks like a screenplay should look (thanks to stephen prodding me about it for five minutes) but it works as that format where it didn't work as a prose novel. and when i have a direction and something resembling plot, i may share it with a few more of you on here. or maybe when it has a title. meh. wanna work in the movies, dammit...

Today's Quote (in honour of my having to go on a train again this week:)

"Now, I'll tell you something about the railroad. What I done learned after twenty-seven years. See, you got North. You got West. You look over here you got South. Over there you got East. Now, you can start from anywhere. Don't care where you at. You got to go one of them four ways. And whichever way you decide to go they got a railroad that will take you there. Now, that's something simple. You think anybody would be able to understand that. But you'd be surprised how many people trying to go North get on a train going West. They think the train's supposed to go where they going rather than where it's going..."

(Doaker, "The Piano Lesson", August Wilson)
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for some reason today i was compelled to go into waterstones. i had no reason to, really. just felt like it. and while i was in there, i briefly considered buying "tipping the velvet", just out of curiosity's sake, but then figured i'll be able to get it cheap somewhere eventually. so instead, on a whim, i checked the poetry section, and decided to buy a collection of t.s.eliot poetry. i did, however, check to see if the copy contained interesting things; it does - "the waste land" (all of it), " the love song of j. alfred prufrock", "the hollow men" and, of course, "rhapsody on a windy night."

and then i sat in the learning centre and read all 110 pages of it. "ROAWN" remains probably my favourite, followed by "la figlia che piange" (not in this book, unfortunately) and section two of "TWL" - "a game of chess" because it's so... odd. but not as odd as part four, to be fair.

anyway. look out for quotes from that when i'm in the mood. and i may even start doing daily quotes in general, because my MSN usernames don't count. :P (except for thsoe certain days when i manage to find something perfect, of course.)

i'm so horrendously uninspired right now it's untrue. keep wanting to start a new novel idea, but that'd mean giving up on "omnis falsus est" entirely and letting it go the way of "the thorn bird". ideas had at 17 obviously aren't the best ones. actually, considering the plot complexities of "OFE", giving up might be a good idea... except i like it, dammit! it's just annoyingly uncooperative these days.

and all i know about the thing i want to write is that in my head it's all amazingly grey (monochromatic, even) and rainy, and set in back alleys of big cities, with a gang of characters with serious problems... but it won't gel into even the most basic premise for a plot, and that sucks. oh well.

(addendum: i guess i could go with the flow and cinderella-ise it...)

incidentally, i wrote this entry (yes, on paper) in the learning centre at lunchtime, lack of capitals and all. hm. perhaps i should scan it and subject you all to my handwriting ;) or, at least, my purple fountain pen. *sigh* okay, i need a life.

anyway, i'd opened my folder and pencil tin with the intent of writing... well... something. i just never intended it to be an entry. never mind. saves me having to think later, i guess...

Today's Quote:

"O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag
It's so elegant
So intelligent"

(from "The Waste Land" - Part II: "A Game of Chess")
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concert all done. eve staying the night. wasn't too bad, all things considered. full lowdown when i can be arsed. for now, something to entertain you all with:

All Is Well

Death is nothing at all... I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I and you are you. Whatever we were toe ach other, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone; wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effort, without the ghost of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. it is the same that it ever was; there is absolutely unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well...

which probably looks very bizarre out of context, bu with the music, was very pretty indeed. and inspired fic. and prodded my Muses about a bit and for some reason reminded me inexplicably of norma (but then, everything does...)

anyway. futher concert-ness - tom corfield remains a genius of the organ, the brass ensemble were loud and spinetingling, and there was only one major screw-up in the 'sanctus' ;) pretty good all round, though...
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found through eve, from here

"From my close observation of writers...they fall into two groups:
1) those who bleed copiously and visibly at any bad review, and

2) those who bleed copiously and secretly at any bad review."
-- Isaac Asimov (1920-92), Russian-born American scientist, writer
teylaminh: (Skriker)
I will LJ-cut it because it's very long... Enjoy!

The SFX Event - a Synopsis )

If you're still alive, keep reading. It only gets better. However, you'll probably all want to kill me...

Saturday 22nd June 2002 )

And finally... Sunday will have to go in another entry, because LJ is informing me that there aren't enough characters to do it. So... um... yes. Useful. See next entry...
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well, i'm back from the con. i'm also tired as hell (having only got three hours sleep friday night) and i'm off to eurodisney tomorrow at 7.00, so i must go to bed.

in a week's time, there will be two very lengthy posts here, for the con (which, by the way, simply rocked) and my holiday...

so, until then, mes amies, i shall leave you in suspense and with this quote:

andrew: "i'll give YOU ridges..."
alex: "no you won't..."

(it will all make sense. honest.)
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this, with many thanks to this woman for finding it, is the original poem that trevor nunn based "memory" on.

Rhapsody On A Windy Night
(T.S.Eliot)

Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

Half-past one,
The street-lamp sputtered,
The street-lamp muttered,
The street-lamp said, "Regard that woman
Who hesitates toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
You see the border of her dress
Is torn and stained with sand,
And you see the corner of her eye
Twists like a crooked pin."

The memory throws up high and dry
A crowd of twisted things;
A twisted branch upon the beach
Eaten smooth, and polished
As if the world gave up
The secret of its skeleton,
Stiff and white.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the strength has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.

Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which flattens itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter."
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and pocketed a toy that was running along the quay.
I could see nothing behind that child's eye.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.

Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp muttered in the dark.
The lamp hummed:
"Regard the moon,
La lune ne garde aucune rancune,
She winks a feeble eye,
She smiles into corners.
She smoothes the hair of the grass.
The moon has lost her memory.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and eau de Cologne,
She is alone
With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets,
And female smells in shuttered rooms,
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.

The lamp said,
"Four o'clock,
Here is the number on the door.
Memory!
You have the key,
The little lamp spreads a ring on the stair.
Mount.
The bed is open, the tooth-brush hangs on the wall,
Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life."

The last twist of the knife.


and it's screaming to be a fic for something. possibly for my post-DWTB "farscape" fic that i still haven't attempted...

and i'm listening to "cats" right now. and yes, i'm nearly in tears.

bloody nostalgia...
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this, taken from "BITCH" by elizabeth wurtzel ("introduction: manufacturing fascination"):

"Eva Duarte Peron, a.k.a. Evita, not only died at thirty-three of ovarian cancer but has had to suffer the indignity of having her life turned into an Andrew Lloyd Webber musical."

actually, there were several good quotes, that was just the one that caught my attention. there was also:

"...But the intrigue with these dead white males, it doesn't take on the quality of an archaeological dig, the longing to understand why Greta Garbo wanted so badly to be alone, why Judy Garland was so damn tragic, why Marilyn Monroe was a demolition derby..."

(incidentally, according to garbo herself, "i never said 'i want to be alone'. i said 'i want to be left alone' and there's a big difference." just call me random quote girl...)

AND there was even a part on catwoman :)...

"...It is the same woman played by Michelle Pfeiffer in Batman Returns, the mousy and meek secretary by day who uses leather and lamé to become Catwoman by night, to flip and strut, to scratch and bite, to be the mouse that roared with dangerous curves; and cat-scratch fever, we're meant to understand, is a mild malady compared to what this feline woman can do to you when she's mad..."

hee!

visualising gender is fun :)

ha! again!

Apr. 23rd, 2002 05:34 pm
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since you were all putting random books/comics/songs, i shall do my own obsessive version just to annoy you... (and sorry, eve, no 'scape quotes either)

Musicals! Ha!

Songs, first of all...
1 point for character/s, 1 point for the show, 1 point for song. bonus points if you're as obsessive as me...

1) "We'll be down on our knees outside Graumann's Chinese..." (now come on. what could that logically be considering my latest little obsession?)

2) "Sometimes I walk alone at night when everybody else is sleeping."

3) "To Hell with Gluck and Handel, it's a scandal that'll pack 'em in the aisles!"

4) "I would while away the hours, conferrin' with the flowers, consultin' with the rain."

5) "Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side..."

6) "Nothing comes from nothing. Nothing ever could." (one of my favourite songs/scenes in musical history...)

7) "He will hold me fast, I'll be home at last."

8) "Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me!" (anyone who doesn't get that will be poked mercilessly.)

9) "And the lady seemed enraptured by his manly baritone."

10) "...and Greta Garbo is probably crying..."

And now for random other showquotes. Lots of musicals are actually sung through with very little spoken dialogue, therefore there will doubtless be repeated musicals... 1 point for character, 1 for musical. bonus points if i feel like it.

1) "Father, playing the violin..."

2) "I just spoke to my astrologer! She read De Mille's horoscope, she read mine!" "Did she read the script?"

3) "...and you, and you, and you... and YOU were there!"

4) "Max, don't you EVER say that again!"

5) "It's the police, disappear, run for it. It's Javert!"

6) "If you wanna know the real facts, you've come to the right party."

7) "Why do I smell... wet... dog...?"

8) "But Toulouse's suggestion that Audrey and I write the show together was not what Audrey wanted to hear..."

9) "Presto!" (hint: it's about the only technically spoken line in the whole show... and that may only be on the video.)

10) "What you're trying to say is you don't want me to love you. Say it. Say it!" (okay, should really stop obsessing now...)

voila, and good luck :)
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i know it's earlier than usual, but i don't think anyone else is going to be participating, so...

the answers!! )
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a while back, in fact, over a year ago, me and her were having a quotes competition. i don't remember if i ever got around to sending these to her, or if i did and she forgot, but i thought i'd chuck them here for your entertainment. answers on a postcard (or a comment) please. the winner, and the correct answers, if i can even remember them, will be announced next week at some point, or when everyone's done it...

so. the quote quiz. two points for a correct answer (that's character/source.) bonus points for extra information/randomly obsessive and lengthy descriptions. one point if you get character or source but not both...

Film:
1) "It's not fair!"
2) "And [name], if she ever kisses you, I'll turn you into a Prince... Prince of the Land of Stench!!!"
3) "Dowry's on me, Dad!"
4) "We'll get it right, next time!"
5) "Grow for meeeee!"
6) "I see dead people..." [Be careful, it's not what you think!]
7) "Me name's Laura."
8) "Slowly, slowly, it's too nice a job to rush!"
9) "Help me." [Clue: not a spoken line, but it is 'said' by a main character.]
10) "We're leaving!"
11) "Hi-ho, hi-ho!" [Very out of tune!]
12) "The difference between you and me is... I make these look gooooood!"
13) "Can I keep you?"
14) "Grown up?!?!" [Said with disgust!]
15) "[SLAP!] That's for leaving!"
16) "Hmm, yes, I know. But isn't it NICE!"

TV:
1) "Well, what about you women, you're all obsessed with chock-o-late!"
2) "Nooooo.... Go away, shiny green poof!" [2 extra points if you can tell me EXACTLY who said this to whom, why he said it and therefore what day of the year - I don't need the date, just name the day.]
3) "This... is mah shinee thang!"
4) "[Name], whoever said beauty doesn't last, must have been thinking of us!"
5) "If you see those prophets, ask them for a dictionary."
6) "You haven't got 'come-to-bed' eyes, you've got 'come-and-shag-me-down-a-back-alley-after-12-baby cham' eyes!"
7) "You're not my real mom!"
8) "That is so not... that is so... that is... oh SHUT UP!"
9) "What... in HELL... do you SMELL of?!?!?" [One of my favourites!]
10) "Yes, milady."
11) "No, it's a chicken."
12) "Eranu!"
13) "The TV's off." "Yes, I know, I turned it off." "Well, but now it's off."
14) "Is you not answering because I is black?"
15) "If you had to do without your cell phone for more than a day you'd lapse into catatonic schizophrenia!"
16) "Daphne, I adore you!" [Clue: this is NOT from the final episode of season 7, nor is it from my fic.]

and that is it. i look forward to your answers :)
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we looked at two poems today that really struck me. i transpose them here for your enjoyment, complete with why i like them :)

The Fat Black Woman Goes Shopping
(Grace Nicholls)

Shopping in London winter
is a real drag for the fat black woman
going from store to store
in search of accommodating clothes
and de weather so cold

Look at the frozen thin manniquins
fixing her with grin
and de pretty face salesgirls
exchanging slimming glances
thinking she don't notice

Lord is aggravating

Nothing soft and bright and billowing
to flow like breezy sunlight
when she walking

The fat black woman curses in Swahili/Yoruba
and nation language under her breathing
all this journeying and journeying

The fat black woman could only conclude
that when it come to fashion
the choice is lean

Nothing much beyond size 14


i think this just reminded me how grace nicholls' poetry was the only stuff i actually liked at gcse, and i love this poem :) especially that "lord is aggravating" line.

anyway, here's the next one. longish explanation follows.

(from) Long Distance
(Tony Harrison)

Though my mother was already two years dead
Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas,
put hot water bottles her side of the bed
and still went to renew her transport pass.

You couldn't just drop in. You had to phone.
He'd put you off an hour to give him time
to clear away her things and look alone
as though his still raw love were such a crime.

He couldn't risk my blight of disbelief
though sure that very soon he'd hear her key
scrape in the rusted lock and end his grief.
He knew she'd just popped out to get the tea.

I believe life ends with death, and that is all.
You haven't both gone shopping; just the same,
in my new black leather bound phone book there's your name
and the disconnected number I still call.


right, explanation forthcoming... but first, a dream that i re-remembered at break today. my "farscape" dream. enjoy :)

it was only short, and very bizarre (hey, like i ever have any normal dreams... the day i do, i'll be very scared). it was a john&aeryn dream (again), my second on record, and that makes me officially obsessed... okay, so we knew that. anyway, i digress. the dream.

i think i was aeryn. i don't really remember, it was all very hazy. if not, then i was watching it. in fact, i vaguely remember actually seeing aeryn, so i probably can't have been her, but the whole thing was very odd, sort of veiled. like i was drunk, or very tired, and the atmosphere was... weird. and the colouring was very warm, all reds and yellows and browns and oranges. it reminded me a little of a scene from "lolita" (the jeremy irons version), but i forget why.

from what i remember, plot-wise, there was very little. there was a room. a window. it was late evening in summer, or possibly early morning, but it was that sort of time where the sun is just barely visible and everything looks all shadowy, but it's still light. and it was all very warm... i remember the warmth of it. and there was a chair... and john was in the chair... just a little wooden one, i think, and aeryn came in... and she just sat on his lap. and they were just there, in each others arms.

i recall it made me feel all warm and tingly inside... but it was vaguely upsetting after monday's ep (and i think that must be where it came from...)

then... it got a little surreal. (of course.) something about the sun, and how it couldn't touch her (that might be to do with those solar flares in the ep, too.)... and i recall this feeling of overwhelming dread...

that's about all i remember coherently. i forgot it when i woke up, but i had a feeling i'd dreamt something really... weird, or profound, or something, but i just had this feeling...

then i remembered it in the middle of poetry after i read the harrison poem... weird, huh?

but that poem... it just reminded me so inexplicably of john and aeryn, and don't ask me to explain why because i can't. switch the gender roles, imagine they have a child who's telling this, i don't know, but it did. it was that line, "as though his still raw love were such a crime." it really got to me.

and i hate it when things get to me and i don't know why.

i have that feeling... like i know that very soon i'm going to sink into a major low again, for no feasible reason, but all the same i can't stop it and don't really want to... *sigh* and right when i have lots of work to do, too, and really shouldn't be on livejournal ranting about my personal problems and my crazy dreams...

i walked home today. it was lovely. really windy near the park, and all the leaves hit me as i staggered through them... and it was raining this morning...

right. work. workgood...

tee hee...

Oct. 22nd, 2001 10:36 pm
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something we read in "first words" this morning... i must share it with you all :)

THE SQUONK

(Lacrimacorpus dissolvens)

The range of the squonk is very limited. Few people ouside of Pennsylvania have ever heard of the quaint beast, which is said to be fairly common in the hemlock forests of that State. The squonk is of a very retiring disposition, generally travelling about at twilight and dusk. Because of its misfitting skin, which is covered with warts and moles, it is always unhappy; in fact it is said, by people who are best able to judge, to be the most morbid of beasts. Hunters who are good at tracking are able to follow a squonk by its tear-stained trail, for the animal weeps constantly. When cornered and escape seems impossible, or when surprised and frightened, it may even dissolve itself in tears. Squonk hunters are most successful on frosty moonlight nights, when tears are shed slowly and the animal dislikes moving about; it may then be heard weeping under the boughs of dark hemlock trees. Mr. J. P. Wentling, formerly of Pennsylvnia, but now at St. Anthony Park, Minnesota, had a disappointing experience with a squonk neat Mont Alto. He made a clever capture by mimicking the squonk and inducing it to hop into a sack, in which he was carrying it home, when suddenly the burden lightened and the weeping ceased. Wentling unslung the sack and looked in. There was nothing but tears and bubbles.

WILLIAM T. COX:
Fearsome Creatures of the Lumberwoods,
With a Few Desert and Mountain Beasts.

hee hee. i forget who wrote this. will find out.

just thought it might appeal :)

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