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X FILES TRAILER HELLS YES.
May. 26th, 2008 12:40 amX Files and I go way back and have a very convoluted history, me with my fangirlish life-changing trajectories and such.
May. 26th, 2008
X Files and I go way back and have a very convoluted history, me with my fangirlish life-changing trajectories and such.
X FILES TRAILER HELLS YES.
May. 26th, 2008 12:40 amX Files and I go way back and have a very convoluted history, me with my fangirlish life-changing trajectories and such.
flowers and pictures (again) and a poem
May. 26th, 2008 08:34 pmMan, so I got another windmill palm tree. I was so surprised when I was at my favorite nursery and I saw a fairly mature windmill palm just waiting for me to pick it up and love it. They are the most cold hardy of palms and I've had a teeny one in my yard for a few years. Then I also got the most gorgeous peony. (Tangentially, I used to have these little glass cups that read "Peonies" on the bottom, and I used to take great pleasure in offering the cups to people while saying, "peonies cups!")
Two days ago was the first day this week without torrential rain, and it was pretty warm too, up in the seventies, so I went and planted all the stuff I bought. You must know by now I've got pictures.
( MOAR GARDENZ )
Anyway, yesterday I watched Boychild at my house all day, and then Kim came over and we ate way too much, and watched The Golden Compass. I liked it well enough.
Then today I cleaned the house (I'm pretty sure my friend Casse is coming to stay with me for a while,) and then I gave the dogs a bath. They were so miserable. While I was bathing Haku the water started to run cold, and then the wind blew and he was so distraught by this that he started to whine and then howl. The little beast.
One thing I keep forgetting to mention is that I've been playing the game Okami. It's a beautiful game and so entertaining. It's very reminiscent of Twilight Princess and Ocarina of Time (you're a wolf, you have a little fairy type thing that follows you around and leads you to things, you have to save a big tree,) but it's basically about saving the environment and the graphics are so beautiful and touching that I get chills during some scenes. The gameplay and camera angles are lots of fun. The only problem I have with it is the goddamn Celestial Brush. You have to use the Wiimote to draw things on the screen, and mine keeps getting stuck and then jolting around, and it takes me like ten times before I can make a single straight line. It drives me mad.
Oh, then today, like I said above, the samaras were falling off the tree like mad, and it inspired me to take a photo and write a poem. Actually I wrote the poem in my head and then took the photo, but still.
Ths is the photo:
And this is the poem:
Blazing against the sun
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top
of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
I liked it because of the play on "samaras" and "indehiscent."
I feel sick, like I have food poisoning or something. WTF?
Two days ago was the first day this week without torrential rain, and it was pretty warm too, up in the seventies, so I went and planted all the stuff I bought. You must know by now I've got pictures.
( MOAR GARDENZ )
Anyway, yesterday I watched Boychild at my house all day, and then Kim came over and we ate way too much, and watched The Golden Compass. I liked it well enough.
Then today I cleaned the house (I'm pretty sure my friend Casse is coming to stay with me for a while,) and then I gave the dogs a bath. They were so miserable. While I was bathing Haku the water started to run cold, and then the wind blew and he was so distraught by this that he started to whine and then howl. The little beast.
One thing I keep forgetting to mention is that I've been playing the game Okami. It's a beautiful game and so entertaining. It's very reminiscent of Twilight Princess and Ocarina of Time (you're a wolf, you have a little fairy type thing that follows you around and leads you to things, you have to save a big tree,) but it's basically about saving the environment and the graphics are so beautiful and touching that I get chills during some scenes. The gameplay and camera angles are lots of fun. The only problem I have with it is the goddamn Celestial Brush. You have to use the Wiimote to draw things on the screen, and mine keeps getting stuck and then jolting around, and it takes me like ten times before I can make a single straight line. It drives me mad.
Oh, then today, like I said above, the samaras were falling off the tree like mad, and it inspired me to take a photo and write a poem. Actually I wrote the poem in my head and then took the photo, but still.
Ths is the photo:
And this is the poem:
Blazing against the sun
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top
of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
I liked it because of the play on "samaras" and "indehiscent."
I feel sick, like I have food poisoning or something. WTF?
flowers and pictures (again) and a poem
May. 26th, 2008 08:34 pmMan, so I got another windmill palm tree. I was so surprised when I was at my favorite nursery and I saw a fairly mature windmill palm just waiting for me to pick it up and love it. They are the most cold hardy of palms and I've had a teeny one in my yard for a few years. Then I also got the most gorgeous peony. (Tangentially, I used to have these little glass cups that read "Peonies" on the bottom, and I used to take great pleasure in offering the cups to people while saying, "peonies cups!")
Two days ago was the first day this week without torrential rain, and it was pretty warm too, up in the seventies, so I went and planted all the stuff I bought. You must know by now I've got pictures.
( MOAR GARDENZ )
Anyway, yesterday I watched Boychild at my house all day, and then Kim came over and we ate way too much, and watched The Golden Compass. I liked it well enough.
Then today I cleaned the house (I'm pretty sure my friend Casse is coming to stay with me for a while,) and then I gave the dogs a bath. They were so miserable. While I was bathing Haku the water started to run cold, and then the wind blew and he was so distraught by this that he started to whine and then howl. The little beast.
One thing I keep forgetting to mention is that I've been playing the game Okami. It's a beautiful game and so entertaining. It's very reminiscent of Twilight Princess and Ocarina of Time (you're a wolf, you have a little fairy type thing that follows you around and leads you to things, you have to save a big tree,) but it's basically about saving the environment and the graphics are so beautiful and touching that I get chills during some scenes. The gameplay and camera angles are lots of fun. The only problem I have with it is the goddamn Celestial Brush. You have to use the Wiimote to draw things on the screen, and mine keeps getting stuck and then jolting around, and it takes me like ten times before I can make a single straight line. It drives me mad.
Oh, then today, like I said above, the samaras were falling off the tree like mad, and it inspired me to take a photo and write a poem. Actually I wrote the poem in my head and then took the photo, but still.
Ths is the photo:
And this is the poem:
Blazing against the sun
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top
of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
I liked it because of the play on "samaras" and "indehiscent."
I feel sick, like I have food poisoning or something. WTF?
Two days ago was the first day this week without torrential rain, and it was pretty warm too, up in the seventies, so I went and planted all the stuff I bought. You must know by now I've got pictures.
( MOAR GARDENZ )
Anyway, yesterday I watched Boychild at my house all day, and then Kim came over and we ate way too much, and watched The Golden Compass. I liked it well enough.
Then today I cleaned the house (I'm pretty sure my friend Casse is coming to stay with me for a while,) and then I gave the dogs a bath. They were so miserable. While I was bathing Haku the water started to run cold, and then the wind blew and he was so distraught by this that he started to whine and then howl. The little beast.
One thing I keep forgetting to mention is that I've been playing the game Okami. It's a beautiful game and so entertaining. It's very reminiscent of Twilight Princess and Ocarina of Time (you're a wolf, you have a little fairy type thing that follows you around and leads you to things, you have to save a big tree,) but it's basically about saving the environment and the graphics are so beautiful and touching that I get chills during some scenes. The gameplay and camera angles are lots of fun. The only problem I have with it is the goddamn Celestial Brush. You have to use the Wiimote to draw things on the screen, and mine keeps getting stuck and then jolting around, and it takes me like ten times before I can make a single straight line. It drives me mad.
Oh, then today, like I said above, the samaras were falling off the tree like mad, and it inspired me to take a photo and write a poem. Actually I wrote the poem in my head and then took the photo, but still.
Ths is the photo:
And this is the poem:
Blazing against the sun
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top
of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
I liked it because of the play on "samaras" and "indehiscent."
I feel sick, like I have food poisoning or something. WTF?