dragging my feet

those nasty scenes still haven't been written,
although i did manage a chapter a week ago.
now i'm shuffling my feet as a i approach one of those "BIG FUCKING REVELATIONS" that epic-sized stories revolve around. this one is interesting and sad and i hope my skills can handle it. if not it may come across as a melodramatic literary fart.
lmao

"A Night in Lenasia" is playing in winamp
reminds me of "A Night in Piazza Venezia" but that's just me.

FINISHED!!!!!!! REVISED!!!!!!!!!

My own version of the Unholy Bible is now in a new, Complete, Revised Edition
The Daemonologica
yes, i stuck with the stupid title.
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY

Good luck to our troops

Well the latest bunch of lambs to the slaughter have departed to Afghanistan. I wish them luck for the next six months.
And i wish myself luck because i'll need it if i want any callbacks from the potential jobs on i applied to.
and i pray my patience holds while i do a mass addition to Over the Grass. something along the lines of the "Abridged History of Hell"
in a chapter. 12 is a significant number
Samurai Champloo is much better in English!

i am canadian

YES I AM
*waves a flag and remembers the second verse of O Canada...but not the third through fifth.*

Parisienne

aka, cafe music. all very chill i must say. in addition to my influx of indonesian grooves.
am liking my paladin a lot more now that i know who he is.
he's pretty chill himself and i will not part company easily with him.

i hate driving with hair-trigger teachers. i dare anyone to get into a care with my maternal bot in the passenger seat and not come out of the experience with some form of whinging nervous collapse!

i have been putting off writing another chapter because i have two such nasssssssssty scenes to produce (nasty in the sense of being gruelling to write, not in the content of these scenes) that i can't be fussed to start writing.
have found potential job sites. have i done anything about it? it is to laugh.

Antinous serving as my "model" for Makarios.

I Am Not Canadian - Quebec Version

yeah, those guys. we tolerate them.

Kidney pie

well, Patches has some reason to be a grouchy old curmudgeon. She has kidney-failure. The kitty is doing well but she is sorely missed and it's always painful to have a member of the family (even a fluffy one) ill.
Babysitting the little kitten. as troublesome as ever, unfortunately can't get him to break that habit.
And my muse has abandonned me! perhaps it's because i'm anticipating several difficult scenes. perhaps it's because i have to go job-hunting.
*shrugs*

So full of rage

So full of hate
from an academic standpoint Fangirls are sadomasochistic little freaks. I am well aware that a fangirl (by definition) choses to remain ignorant of the scholarship surrounding her chosen fandom in order to retain the sense of mystery (and thus allure) of the character, story, 'ship. whatever.
if they had an inkling that what Yaoi men represent is actually a straight relationship then they wouldn't take such cheap thrills from hurt-comfort. it's downright disturbing that they find such down-and-out depressing Yaois so fulfilling; especially when analysis suggests that Yaois are the exploration of relationship-emancipation. To have Yaoi squandering in the ultra-traditional, love-hate-hurt-comfort-love-of-a-good-man(woman) wasteland cuts the legs out from under any message of equality in love (and between the sexes) that the Yaoi may in fact be communicating.
And from an empathic POV, why do they insist on torturing a character or a fandom half to death for the visceral thrill of building that character back. doesn't that character represent a human being?! don't they realize that they are torturing people?! that in real life they wouldn't get turned on by the senseless cruelty they inflict on their Yaoi characters? that they'd instead call the police...
Of course not. that is why fangirls remain. they have no idea that their rabid fanishness is not about free-love, or gay rights. it's about keeping the romantically submissive downtroaden and therefore a passive erotic object.

I am of the Devil's party

I saw Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest at last. And it made me realise a few things.
First, my long dormant sense of Hurt-Comfort kicked in after I witnessed Former Commodore James Norrington; I received an erotic frisson everytime he tottered around the screen. Scruff does him nothing but good. meeow!
I also hate Cap'n Jack Sparr-ah.
He is an odious, manipulative little man. I know I will be in the minority when I say this but Jack deserved what he got at the end. And boy am I proud of Elizabeth for connecting with one of the truest weapons a woman can use; her sex appeal. I loved her a lot more in this movie for her feminism than I did for the witty damsel-in-distress she played in the first movie. What Elizabeth did will be called despicable by the blinkered fangirls of Cap'n Jack, but if the tables were turned they'd happily cheer Jack on for his lecherous womanising ways, and curse any silly woman foolish enough to believe his promises. That Jack didn't learn that there could be someone (a woman!) even more manipulative than him comes as a worthy lesson for the bastard who swaggered around deck, and honestly did betray Will to a horrible fate. Knowingly, willingly, with full knowledge of the consequences. Davy Jones is right to call Cap'n Jack a piss-poor captain, as he's always too willing to sell out his allies (even when their help proves to save his sorry ass). Governor Swann also had the measure of Jack; Will knows how to make sacrifices to save his loved ones, he did it for Elizabeth and his father. He knew what he was getting into. Jack needed that comeuppance in the worst way, and good for Elizabeth for being the one to teach him, for he nearly destroyed her marriage and life with his stunts. Not to mention he's been trying to get into her pants (against her will) since the first POTC. And I maintain that it would still be against her will; Elizabeth loves William. She certainly is curious enough to want Jack and the freedom he represents but desire and even lust is not the same creature as love. Elizabeth even felt guilty for her "betrayal" of Will (And perhaps she felt sorry for Jack, but she knew she'd have to sacrifice that cur in order to save the man she really loves). Want and Love being different, that compass represented a lot more under the surface than a simple change of heart for Elizabeth.
Yes, this movie wasn't as funny as the first, yes the special effects plodded and yes some plot points were downright inevitable, nevermind predictable.
But the characters evolved beyond anything I expected. Let's hope the final POTC can deliver as good a punch.

It's a fiendish thingy!

I have too much time to waste. why doesn't the girl write, or draw, eh? well she does, she's just incredibly lazy!


Era vn ortolano byen simpre e syn mal
En el mes de enero con fuerte tenporal
Andando por su huerta, vido so vn peral
Vna culebra chica, medio muerta atal

http://www.fictionpress.com/~andreatieflingl

Things that go "huh?" in the night

well, i had a nightmare that my fish went kamikaze and jumped from his bowl and died a horrible death on the floor.
i also watched Akira for the first time in years. The movie, summed up as follows: A series of larger and larger explosions interspersed with "WTF?!" moments. Now i know where Evangelion got it... j/k.
Drew again for the first time since i left. the subject...Lucifer, natch. little bugger's been giving me hell (why oh why did i ever agree to have Lucifer be my muse?!)
surfed fictionpress again...the page summed up as follows: a series of fangirls and fanboys making pale imitations of literature interspersed with diamonds-in-the-rough.

http://thisisgravity.doomsdayblaze.com/

i bow down in awe. Brian is a good friend of mine and deserves fans and readers even more than my ego does.