Falling Like Stars

I win the Webbernets (god bless'em)!

Wed, 26 Dec 2007 11:58:16 GMT

So, Warren freaking Ellis, Himself, has deigned to inform me that I, and I quote, "WIN".

The internets are hereby mine. Game over, man. Game over.

Is that you singing, Lorelei?

Sat, 14 Jul 2007 14:32:04 GMT

The middle of the Rhine flares like an emerald held up to the sun amidst turbulent white-crested green outside the window of the narrow-nosed bullet train that carries me on the last leg of a trip from München to Düsseldorf.

They have The Webbernets in trains now. I love living in the future.

Mon, 12 Feb 2007 21:16:33 GMT

Prydwen's Destination

There is an iron tower
on a cliff in the sea,
where the waves roar
and the smell of salt
and the taste of copper
swirl together, so the air
is heavy with blood,
the scent and flavor of it.

Sat, 09 Dec 2006 21:55:30 GMT

So I was at my friend's dorm, and this girl staggered up to the door, and she had on this like party toga thing and was all dirty and exhausted and crying, and we let her in and she was obviously Not Okay and crying and cold and we got her blankets and tried to take care of her and we didn't know where she's from and eventually we got her ID and she was just barely 18 and said her father died and she just wanted to go home and she was a little drunk and she was at a party at some point but we don't know how she got here from there, wherever the party was, and eventually we got her a little more rational but not much and got the police to come and contacted her sister and the police took her to the station to wait for her sister and this morning I called her sister and she got the girl home okay and she'll be all right except I guess for the dead father thing.

That was a long sentence.

Mon, 27 Nov 2006 13:30:09 GMT

Convalescence

I am glad for the stone walls
that keep, barely,
the wind at bay; outside, there is snow
on the withered apple trees.
We shall have a white Christmas, which,
once, you remembered to me,
and tossed a single long apple peel
over your shoulder, although
you never did look at it
once it landed.
One branch still bears
a winter apple, small and bitter like
the memory of an empty fall,
all of its golden brethren
gone, and my youth with them.
I have seen colder winters than this,
but, too, have had
warmer fires; yet,
the coals still glow, and yes,
I am cold, but
I have been colder in the winter.
I drink tea that cannot be called hot
anymore, and, for the first time,
I remember your mouth
without bitterness;
sipping a meager warmth,
I begin the long wait
for spring.

Wed, 08 Nov 2006 21:51:17 GMT

http://www.cnn.com/2006/POLITICS/11/08/rumsfeld/index.html

GLEE! Rumsfeld has resigned.
Maybe Cheney will shoot him. In the face. Cheney does that sort of thing, after all.

Also, we Totally Won.
I guess America is finally fed up with Dubya.
...if not with hating Teh Gay.

Sun, 08 Oct 2006 21:00:36 GMT

"...but don't be fooled,
This isn't a Russian poem, this is not somewhere else but here;
Our country moving closer to its own truth and dread,
Its own ways of making people disappear."

"a sick time, and the human body
feeling it, a loss of pressure,
an agitation without purpose...
Purpose? Do you believe
all agitation has an outcome
like revolt, like Bread and Freedom?"

So, yeah. I saw V for Vendetta last night.
Pretty damn awesome movie.

"People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people."
What a nice thought... in theory.

Thu, 05 Oct 2006 09:00:23 GMT

...and all the things that I am afraid of,
I'm not afraid to tell--
And if we, ever leave a legacy it's that we
Loved each other well...

Wed, 04 Oct 2006 22:58:14 GMT

Wow.

To quote Dan Savage of Savage Love fame:

"Well, wasn't Jesus Christ responsible for the most traumatic how-I-lost-my-virginity horror story ever told? Not His deflowering, I mean His mother's. As everyone knows, Mary was a virgin when she conceived and a virgin when she gave birth. This means, of course, that Jesus busted His own mom's hymen, kicking it down like a door on His way into the world. And you thought your first time was traumatic!"

Tue, 03 Oct 2006 23:31:23 GMT

Does Clinton gotta choke a bitch?
Clinton chokes a bitch. On Fox News.

http://www.poetv.com/video.php?vid=7188

Behold, the most violent verbal bitchslapping I've seen in a long time.
Go, Clinton.

Coolest. Historical person. EVER.

Sat, 23 Sep 2006 01:49:07 GMT

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julie_d%27Aubigny

Wed, 06 Sep 2006 20:22:33 GMT

So, male genitalia are easier to figure out than female ones, generally--they're right there. They're more user-friendly. But they just can't do as much--how many women are multiorgasmic without doing anything special, versus men who practice tantric sex and all that jazz and are? Lower maximum performance.

Guy bits are Windows, girl bits are Linux.

That will be all. Thank you and good night.

Edit: Breasts are Macs--highly aesthetic, but with a limited functionality!

Sat, 24 Jun 2006 03:27:04 GMT

Goddammit, not again.

Wed, 03 May 2006 08:12:53 GMT

AAAAH! Gojira!

Wed, 03 May 2006 07:44:03 GMT

Once upon a time, there was a wise and mighty king, who commanded men and women, spirits of the earth and spirits of the air. One day, he called all of his wise men to him, and said, "I desire an object that will keep me wise when I might otherwise falter--an object that will remind me of the transience of things, and sober me when I am filled with joy and cheer me when I am plagued with sorrow."
And his wise men asked for a month in which to think on and create this thing, but when a month had passed, they came before the king empty-handed and asked his forgiveness.
So the king called the spirits of the earth and the spirits of the air before him, and made his request again. And the spirits asked for a month in which to think on and create this thing, but when a month had passed, they came before the king empty-handed and asked his forgiviness.
And so, the king called a djinn before him, and made his request a third time; and the djinn asked for a month in which to think on and create this thing, and when a month had passed, he came before the king.
"Well? Have you made this thing that I desire?" asked the king, and the djinn gave him a plain golden ring.
On it were inscribed the following words: "This, Too, Shall Pass."

Tue, 02 May 2006 09:15:02 GMT

So today I tried City of Villains at a friends, and played for a little bit.

In my short time there, I partied with a person from Japan (two people, really--a couple who would trade every so often... aww!).

The following bit of conversational brilliance came from them: "I am ashamed of only two things of my country... WWII and hentai."

Fri, 28 Apr 2006 10:27:08 GMT

"Oh, well, I suppose it would seem a little tame by your--oh, dear."
"What's wrong?"
"...I left my bra in his car."
"MOTHER!"
"Oh, I'm just kidding. ...I left it in the restaurant!"
"Gah! Stop!"
"On the dessert cart!"

Mon, 24 Apr 2006 07:56:34 GMT

Okay, this is fucking awesome.

The couple are both mixed-race.
The little girls are twins.
The odds are about a million to one.

Genetics... is hilarious.

Sat, 22 Apr 2006 08:12:38 GMT

Behold!

Behold, mortals, the hilarity that is my newest icon... and TREMBLE!

Wed, 19 Apr 2006 06:16:55 GMT

"I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
club-footed ghoul come near me.

I am not yet born, console me.
I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me,
with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,
on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.

I am not yet born; O hear me,
Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God
come near me."

Wed, 12 Apr 2006 10:34:20 GMT

"Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle: she died young."

Wed, 29 Mar 2006 06:37:02 GMT

Nentuaby: If Ninjas were known to Cuchulain? Cuchulain woulda been a ninja.

Fear the Kittens: He was a berserker, berserkers can't be ninjas.

Nentuaby: ... Max. What do berserkers do?
Nentuaby: They flip out and kill people.

Fear the Kittens: ...they don't flip out. They go raaagh and kill people.
Fear the Kittens: Plus, they do not fight ALL the time! Just when angry.

Nentuaby: That's because they haven't been introduced to ninjadom yet.

Fear the Kittens: Hmm.

Nentuaby: They're proto-ninja. Only 75% sweet.

Fear the Kittens: "Proto-ninja". Bwahahaha.

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Proto-Ninja for the win. Bwa, ha. Ha.

Also, I love Welsh- and Irish- mythological-conflict causes. "Bugger stole my pigs!" "I bloody well did not!" "You did too, I saw you do it!" "...well.. what're you gonna do about it, then, huh?"

And for today's WTF?! thing: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sheela-Na-Gig
What... the... fuck?! Baguh!

Wed, 22 Mar 2006 10:00:28 GMT

Your hair is a lion's mane. But then,
you've always been a lion, and I
an antelope;
an antelope;only,
I have chased you,
but never caught you, have only
cast doe-eyed gazes,
still as the air, and
still as the air, andquiet
as the long grass. I have heard
the thunder of your roar;
have heard thunder,
have heard thunder,telling
of lightning, somewhere
far, far away. Not here.
far, far away. Not here.Here
there is coruscating air, thunder
making the grass whisper;
making the grass whisper;a distant presence,
removed from me, and not hunting,
not shaking your glorious mane.
Then, even the thunder, the ripple of air,
Then, even the thunder, the ripple of air,is gone, and I - disquiet.

Sun, 05 Mar 2006 22:35:24 GMT

To the couple of folks that added me--you're welcome to do it, but it won't do you much good. I don't actually, y'know, *update*.

Tue, 07 Feb 2006 10:17:08 GMT

It was a Monday when,
my lover told me:
Never pay the reaper with
love only...
What could I say to you except "I love you,
and I'd give my life for yours"...?
I know, we are, we
Are the lucky ones...

The first time we made love I,
I wasn't sober,
And you told me you loved me
over and over...
How can I ever, love another...?
When I miss you every day...

Remember the time we made,
love in the roses,
And you took my picture in
all sorts of poses?
How can I ever, get over you
When I'd give my life for yours...?
I know, we are, we
are the lucky ones...