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Pope in his grotto
It's clever, but is it art?
(This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.)
 
3rd-Mar-2009 01:45 pm - Agh.
Devil: the dark side has books
I notice that today's "Writer's Block" thingy asks what five books one would bring along to a desert island. I'm going to use this question to distract me from the fact that the house smells like fucking cat spray, and the much more infuriating fact that the reason it smells like cat spray is because the Demon broke into the pony room (he has a knack for opening doors, EVEN WHEN THEY HAVE BEEN JAMMED SHUT WITH A STOOL) and sprayed, for no reason, in spite of being neutered, on the one pony card that my sister and I still have from when we were kids. (We had about a hundred different ones as kids. We managed to save only this one. THANK YOU, Demon, for proving once again the aptness of your epithet.)

Ahem. Anyway. Books.

I'm going to assume that my exile to this desert island is permanent, so that I'd better take along books I already know I like, and not books I've simply been meaning to read but might not want to spend the rest of my solitary life with. Realistically, I would want some bloody enormous books -- probably the Complete Works of Shakespeare, Complete Works of Melville, Hugo, Marquez... that sort of thing. And probably The Bible, since whether one believes a word of it or not, it certainly contains enough material to keep one occupied for several lifetimes.

But assuming I have to actually pick five individual works, and not collections of books or stories -- I'll take Moby Dick, One Hundred Years of Solitude, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame, The Idiot, and Les Miserables. (Er. Except, again, realistically, I'd probably replace the latter two with Lord of the Rings and The Chronicles of Amber, because I'm not actually sure how much I'd care about Dostoevsky's philosophizing, or the socio-political climate of post-revolution France, if I were stuck with them on an island. Whereas quests and heirs and ancient kingdoms will always have some sort of Jungian appeal.)

...God, what a smug little creep.Collapse )
4th-May-2008 08:55 pm - I'm getting old and I don't care. :D
ZOMG!! (by mhari)
O_O

Okay, so, today I turned twenty-five. I don't really have time at the moment for existential angst regarding this fact, and besides, I've gotten so used to getting older by this point that I think I've given up being distressed by it. I embrace my rapidly increasing age. I suppose resignation is the first step toward zen. ;)

Anyway. I wasn't expecting to get anything today, because my sister had already given me my birthday present: a pit ticket to the Cure concert next month. (!!!) I had also bought myself a present, something I've been wanting for more than a year now: a tiny little $20 yinyang necklace made of silver and black onyx and mother of pearl. A couple of books, too. I was perfectly content.

Now, last year for my birthday, I went with my sister, Mom, and Mom's boyfriend to the Wildlife World Zoo, which was a lot of fun, especially because I got to pet the little pygmy goats. I realize this isn't everyone's idea of a good time, but I love goats. I was rather hoping we might go back to the zoo this year, or maybe to Rawhide, which also has a petting zoo.

Well, we didn't go to the zoo, nor did we go to Rawhide. Instead I got something for my birthday that I was not expecting at all.

See, I've always said I never want to have kids. Turns out I was wrong. I love kids. And now... I have two of them.

Literally. For real. Kids.

PHOTOS HERE.Collapse )

My sister arranged all of this. Clearly, I have the most awesome family in the world.

YOU GUYS. I GOT KIDS FOR MY BIRTHDAY.

In other news, we just finished watching The Fountain, and now I think we're going to watch Pan's Labyrinth. And eat more pumpkin pie, which was my birthday cake this year. ;) Thanks to everyone who wished me happy birthday! You guys are all awesome. :D
23rd-Aug-2004 12:41 pm - Mephistepheles indeed.
Pope in his grotto
Seeing as I have nothing better to do, I present you with random photos of my insane and evil cat, the Demon (he has no name, just the title), who looks like this:



Meet the Demon: Food and Boxes.Collapse )

Meet the Demon: Thievery and Sleep.Collapse )

Ahem. < / incomprehensible dorkiness >

Now I'm off to buy vhs tapes, because I'm on a Chaplin-binge for some reason, and it so happens that TCM is having a Chaplin marathon all day tomorrow, which I must record. Speaking of which, I have a mood theme now. :D

Ahem. < / dorkiness part the second >
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