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[Jan. 28th, 2008|06:29 pm] |
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| | Placebo - "Commercial For Levi" | ] |
It's been too long since I just let go of my fears and wrote something down and kept it. I go back and edit things way too much. Where's my confidence, I wonder? Probably gone the way of my sanity.
( This has neither wax nor wane, neither stop nor start. ) |
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| Stirrings |
[Jan. 8th, 2008|06:53 pm] |
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| | Hedwig OST - "Origin of Love" | ] |
I've been up and down a lot these days, listening to the rain late at night, lying on my back in bed, which I never do normally. It makes me feel too vulnerable, too exposed, all wrapped up in my blanket cocoon and staring up at the ceiling, at the mercy of my own thoughts. I've never really had trouble falling asleep before this point in my life. Maybe it's because I've been letting all of these feelings I need to contemplate build up for too long, and the boxes and filing cabinets at the back my brain are finally bursting at the seems. Is this what insomnia feels like?
It feels like life is just too crazy for words right now, and that's bad. I want to have words to describe what I'm feeling, and I can't find them. I'll have to go on a journey, I suppose. Like Huck Finn, on a raft down the river.
I feel like I'm not using this virtual box of words the way it's meant to be used. I never really got the hang of blogging on any kind of regular basis, I don't have anyone reading what I write, it's all the side of me that I don't want anyone to really see.
This box of words is supposed to make me feel complete and empty and at peace when it's all filled up. But I'll never fill it up unless it's all junk that no one wants to read anyway. Where do you all find the balance? I don't know who will answer any of these questions.
PS To keep this entry from becoming completely bogged down in confused musings, happy birthday to a certain David, who turns 61 today. This wouldn't have been as good a day if the local radio station hadn't played three of your songs straight while I was driving home.
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[Aug. 25th, 2007|08:46 pm] |
In part inspired by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) toxicskeleton's post, I bring you
THE CURRENT OBSESSIONS PICSPAM.
"I think that most people expect us to be lying in the gutter with needles hanging out of our arms, quoting Oscar Wilde to the stars. But that hasn't happened in years." -Brian Molko, of Placebo
( No second thoughts, the knife is nearing ) |
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[Aug. 13th, 2007|04:57 pm] |
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| | The Dresden Dolls - "Slide" | ] |
I like to pretend writer's block is to blame, when really I just can't write down anything I think is halfway decent with the ideas that stew like a hellish American melting pot in my head.
What is one food that you refuse to try? Why?
Oyster, because they would crawl down my throat like something living only I would know it was really dead and slaughtered on the board with the sea's salt still in it and I wouldn't be able to choke it down because chewing is verbatim with oysters, if you chew you're sunk. I don't want to sink, or drown, least of all in salt water and oyster juice.
...I give up. My writing is all cliches. |
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[Jul. 5th, 2007|10:08 pm] |
What with all the talk of Edie Sedgwick and the Factory and the 40th anniversary of the Summer of Love, I figured it was about time for me to unleash on the remnants of my flist some of the images I associate with Warhol's Factory. In other words, it's picspam time, so sit back and enjoy.
( Thursday's child is Sunday's clown ) |
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[May. 22nd, 2007|06:43 pm] |
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| | Franz Ferdinand - "Michael" | ] |
One word: SWAN!
For those of you who don't get it, I saw Hot Fuzz on Saturday. It's absolutely BRILLIANT in the most British cop hat way--you must see it to believe it.
I'm a sucker for compliments, so here's some of my more recent poetry as per toxicskeleton's request.
( I know I am crazy ) |
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| You're dressed to kill. |
[May. 12th, 2007|08:50 pm] |
I just spent spent half an hour making faces at the mirror and going back and forth between thinking I looked mildly attractive and wondering anybody would look twice at me. This is the result. It's short, it's muddled, it may not be any good, but there you go. It is 'flash fiction', unedited, just letting everything mingle together and flow out onto the page the way it will.
( Party Girl ) |
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[Apr. 22nd, 2007|07:09 pm] |
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| | Iggy Pop - "Candy" | ] |
I'm not going to whine about not getting to see Iggy Pop last night, on his birthday, no less. Fate's just playing tennis with me again, and all I can hit is air.
Raided the local record store instead, bought one disc each of Bowie, Iggy, Nirvana, and Franz Ferdinand. All the basic food groups, as my dad puts it.
Anyway, onward.
( The Case For Gay Marriage...one debate I can really get behind ) |
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| The Meaning of 'Xmas' |
[Dec. 16th, 2006|02:27 pm] |
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| | The Replacements - "Waitress in the Sky" | ] |
So I went to see the Christmas production at my local theatre (the same tiny one that put on Rocky Horror) not expecting much, particularly seeing as it was billed as something along the lines of 'A Pop Fantasia For the Whole Family!' Erlack and cringe.
But I went, and I'm really glad I didn't let my musical tendencies get the better of me...because as I was leafing through the program, I recognized a name. And I gasped. That's right--the same gauntly gorgeous being who played Riff Raff in Rocky was billed as a character by the name of 'Angel' for this production.
And it turns out 'Angel' is a cat. A black cat, in a leather coat and fingerless gloves and tight pants. -thud- And he sang and danced and flipped his tail around. All the way up to intermission I was thinking, 'Is it /wrong/ that I want to sex this cat up?' Purrrrrr...
The rest of the show wasn't half-bad either, but it was (as promised) full of renditions of music that had been popular at one time or another. Some of these included KT Tunstall's 'Black Horse and Cherry Tree', the White Stripes' 'My Doorbell' (love!<3), and an absolute butchering of 'Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic'. 'I'll Be Home For Christmas' had me choking back tears.
The plot, to the extent that there was one, revolved around three fairies trying to bring back the spirit of Christmas to a sleepy town full of materialistic mothers and absentee fathers. And singing. Lots and lots of singing.
All in all, very fluffy and cute production, with a back-talking cat in danger of stealing the show. Meow... |
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[Dec. 12th, 2006|10:45 pm] |
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| | Mott the Hoople - "All The Way From Memphis" | ] |
In frantically trying to get together holiday gifts for various friends and relations, I realize that my LJ friends need looking after too, and so I present to you...
HOLIDAY FIC REQUESTS --
Anyone on my LJ friends list may request up to two separate pieces, length to be determined by me. A vague idea of a subject would be nice, key words even better, but other than that, leave it all to me. Anything goes in terms of pairing.
Fandoms I am familiar with (and will gladly write in):
-Rocky Horror
-Harry Potter
-Wicked (book)
-Star Wars
-Pirates of the Caribbean
-Moulin Rouge
-Brokeback Mountain
-Bowie-on-Bowie (interaction of David Bowie's various personae, i.e. Ziggy Stardust/Halloween Jack, the Thin White Duke/the Man Who Sold The World, or really anything like this)
So an example of a request, in my mind, would go something like this: PoTC. Will/Jack. Mast, green, freedom. Get on with it!
Deadline (for me): December 30, 2006. Nudge me severely if I don't get it done before then. |
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[Mar. 17th, 2006|08:52 pm] |
Yeah...-points to LJ icon- So totally me right now. Fic liek woah, and I can finally sleep in.
( Riff/Frank, Brokeback. ) |
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| Yet again, gah... |
[Feb. 18th, 2006|08:59 pm] |
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| | Spamalot soundtrack - "You Won't Succeed on Broadway" | ] |
I have so much time on my hands, and I don't write. Or do anything else constructive, really.
Went to the aquarium today, though, and it was really gorgeous, even though I was literally the Fountain of Mucus the entire time.
And now, it's official...I'm going to New York this summer, and tickets to Spamalot have been procured (God knows how), and I am psyched beyond belief.
( At long last... ) |
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[Feb. 11th, 2006|08:38 pm] |
Gah, it's been waay too long. Sorry, all.
Title: Too Much Red
Fandom: RHPS
Characters: Riff/Magenta
Prompt: 011. Red.
Word Count: 498
Rating: PG-13
( Onward to the weirdness. ) |
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