I am in a stupid grouchy mood when I really should not be.
Just call me the computer whisperer.
Willow ,'Lessons'
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
§ ita § - Apr 01, 2006 11:55:22 am PST #7866 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Aims - Apr 01, 2006 11:56:20 am PST #7867 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Come sit with me. We will watch and insult the world as it goes by and eat frosting out of the bowl.
With our fingers.
And nilla wafers.
Tom Scola - Apr 01, 2006 11:57:49 am PST #7868 of 10001
Mr. Scola’s wardrobe by Botany 500
OK, apartment is (mostly) clean.
Nap time.
DXMachina - Apr 01, 2006 12:03:05 pm PST #7869 of 10001
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
So can you post or e-mail me at profile with links to good lyrics and poems for this purpose?
I suppose Elvis Costello's "Two Little Hitlers" would probably be pushing the envelope a little too much.
John Lennon's "Imagine" is always good for stuff like that, or a lot of his other stuff, really. As for poetry, I have no idea.
Jesse - Apr 01, 2006 12:03:34 pm PST #7870 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I have like five (crappy) pages written. Is that enough?! No it is not. I'm supposed to stay here until at least 6, so let's see what I can get done.
erikaj - Apr 01, 2006 12:05:48 pm PST #7871 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Oh, yeah "Imagine", We Shall Overcome.
DXMachina - Apr 01, 2006 12:05:58 pm PST #7872 of 10001
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
Forsythias are all in the ground, and in the nick of time, because it started raining as I was digging the hole for the last one. Have since taken a shower, and scrubbed off thick layer of mud. Back is still mildly annoyed.
Nora Deirdre - Apr 01, 2006 12:07:14 pm PST #7873 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Jesse, I gave up an hour earlier and several sources short of what my goal was. I do not know how this thing will get written. There just isn't enough time or energy in the world.
§ ita § - Apr 01, 2006 12:08:24 pm PST #7874 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
There's always Bob, but it looks weird coming from white people:
War Bob Marley and the Wailers
Until the philosophy which holds one race
Superior and another inferior
Is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned
Everywhere is war, me say war
That until there are no longer first class
And second class citizens of any nation
Until the colour of a man's skin
Is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes
Me say war
That until the basic human rights are equally
Guaranteed to all, without regard to race
Dis a war
That until that day
The dream of lasting peace, world citizenship
Rule of international morality
Will remain in but a fleeting illusion
To be pursued, but never attained
Now everywhere is war, war
And until the ignoble and unhappy regimes
That hold our brothers in Angola, in Mozambique,
South Africa sub-human bondage
Have been toppled, utterly destroyed
Well, everywehre is war, me say war
War in the east, war in the west
War up north, war down south
War, war, rumours of war
And until that day, the African continent
Will not know peace, we Africans will fight
We find it necessary and we know we shall win
As we are confident in the victory
Of good over evil, good over evil, good over evil
Good over evil, good over evil, good over evil
Jesse - Apr 01, 2006 12:09:23 pm PST #7875 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I just can't care about this stupid thing. (Edit: My thesis, obviously, not racism. I care about racism! I'm against it.) Which is why I'm trying really really hard to take my 4/10 draft deadline seriously. At least that will mean I have a big part of the paper done, if crappily. Then I can procrastinate editing it for another month.