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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.)
 
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
2nd-Jun-2007 05:25 am - Ponyland Press: Summer Catalog!!!
Pope in his grotto
Yes, it's time once again for my me and my sister to spam you folks with pony pictures. :D Today we bring you... Bouncy's 2007 Summer Catalog!

Yep, that's right, a My Little Pony clothing catalog, full of swimsuits, sundresses, and cute little pony-sized accessories. (Most of our ponies aren't girly-girls, but a few of them are, and we decided to let them have the spotlight for a change. XD) The project took us a few weeks -- making the clothes, arranging the sets, taking the photos, editing in Photoshop -- but we finally got it all done. And if I do say so myself, it's rather dazzling.

You can check out the whole catalog (24 pictures) at our website. :) It's a bit image-heavy, but so worth it, I promise. If you like little colored horses, that is. ;)

Pictures here.


Crossposted to my_little_pony -- sorry if anyone sees this twice!
Sandman - Season of Mists
All right, so I failed to put up any poetry yesterday -- but I'll make up for it later, and in the meantime, here's that frightfully ambitious post I mentioned a couple of days ago. (I suppose it would be fair to say that his post sets up the context for all the rest of my Poetry Month posts, and, heck, probably for every other literature post I've ever made.)

Alexander Pope's Essay on Criticism is a very long poem, so I won't produce the text here in full; but have a link, and with it my most ardent encouragement to read it through. It's amazing how precisely Pope, three hundred years dead, can still find out all the flaws and stupidities of literature and literary criticism -- and how much aspiring writers (and critical readers) of the present day can still learn from him. His poem is a bit like The Elements of Style in verse, only broader, wittier, and more subjective. I've read it a number of times, always with the same amaze and delight, and basked in every damnably clever line of it. Really, I cannot possibly overstate how much I adore this poem. Yes, I know, it's an essay -- on criticism, of all prosaic things -- but nonetheless, I tell you, it is fucking beautiful.

Behind the cut: some of my favorite parts of the poem, with commentary and, occasionally, squeeing.Collapse )

(...Whew. Can you believe this is the sort of thing I look forward to doing with my spare time? o_O)
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