timeripple: (anenome)
MY BRAIN: Okay! After much deliberation and chai I have a paper topic! I'm so relieved! Thank goodness that's done, I was really worried it just wouldn't happen this time.
MY BRAIN: Oh... wait, you want me to actually write the paper now? Sorry, no can do.

I had a great idea for a final anthology project that I actually want to work on, but I can't until I get these papers written. Somehow this gets more difficult every time.

Oh, is it spring? Here, have some poetry.

April is the cruellest month )
timeripple: (anenome)
MY BRAIN: Okay! After much deliberation and chai I have a paper topic! I'm so relieved! Thank goodness that's done, I was really worried it just wouldn't happen this time.
MY BRAIN: Oh... wait, you want me to actually write the paper now? Sorry, no can do.

I had a great idea for a final anthology project that I actually want to work on, but I can't until I get these papers written. Somehow this gets more difficult every time.

Oh, is it spring? Here, have some poetry.

April is the cruellest month )
timeripple: (intellectual dilettante)
Spring fever, I has it bad. I've been here a year and a half--the longest I've stayed in any place since college.

And you know what? It’s noiiiiiisy, and there are drunken college studentssss, and the fire alarm keeps going off for no reason, and yesterday the pilot light went out on the stove but of course we didn’t know that was why the entire apartment smelled like gas and called the 24-hour emergency line who told us to call the fire department who showed up and were nice about it but clearly thought we were morons, and then they called the gas company, who sent a dude over who was nice and said just call the gas company first next time, ‘k?

On plus side, my poetry class has started up. It was an eight-hour marathon wherein we ended up discussing a lot of musical movie clips. The Court Jester, I have to say, looks kind of awesomely like a cross between the Errol Flynn Robin Hood and Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I’m going to make [livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl watch the whole thing with me.

Unfortunately, we also watched and re-watched bits of The Wizard of Oz, and I now have Ding! Dong! The witch is dead! Which old witch? The wicked witch! Ding, dong, the wicked witch is deaddddd! stuck in my head morally, ethically, spiritually, and ecumenically. THANKS A LOT.

Later in the day, I wrote a very bad poem about the epic doomed love between a whale and a glow-worm. I don’t even know.

We didn't get to it in class, but we were also supposed to watch Topsy Turvy, a movie about Gilbert and Sullivan creating The Mikado. Kevin McKidd is in it, and we had an imaginary conversation that went something like this:

ME: It's Lucius Vorenus! Hi, Lucius Vorenus!
KMK: Who? I am a Scottish actor, and my corset is fabulous.
ME: Yes... yes it is. But Lucius Vorenus will also be fabulous!
KMK: Will there be corsets?
ME: Well...no. But there'll be armor!
KMK: Close enough.

It suddenly occurred to me that The Mikado would be greatly enlivened (not that it needs it) by ninjas. Especially if the three little maids from school were the ninjas. From ninja school. Come on, wouldn’t that be AWESOME?


...


...


...


This is why I should not be in charge of things.
timeripple: (intellectual dilettante)
Spring fever, I has it bad. I've been here a year and a half--the longest I've stayed in any place since college.

And you know what? It’s noiiiiiisy, and there are drunken college studentssss, and the fire alarm keeps going off for no reason, and yesterday the pilot light went out on the stove but of course we didn’t know that was why the entire apartment smelled like gas and called the 24-hour emergency line who told us to call the fire department who showed up and were nice about it but clearly thought we were morons, and then they called the gas company, who sent a dude over who was nice and said just call the gas company first next time, ‘k?

On plus side, my poetry class has started up. It was an eight-hour marathon wherein we ended up discussing a lot of musical movie clips. The Court Jester, I have to say, looks kind of awesomely like a cross between the Errol Flynn Robin Hood and Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I’m going to make [livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl watch the whole thing with me.

Unfortunately, we also watched and re-watched bits of The Wizard of Oz, and I now have Ding! Dong! The witch is dead! Which old witch? The wicked witch! Ding, dong, the wicked witch is deaddddd! stuck in my head morally, ethically, spiritually, and ecumenically. THANKS A LOT.

Later in the day, I wrote a very bad poem about the epic doomed love between a whale and a glow-worm. I don’t even know.

We didn't get to it in class, but we were also supposed to watch Topsy Turvy, a movie about Gilbert and Sullivan creating The Mikado. Kevin McKidd is in it, and we had an imaginary conversation that went something like this:

ME: It's Lucius Vorenus! Hi, Lucius Vorenus!
KMK: Who? I am a Scottish actor, and my corset is fabulous.
ME: Yes... yes it is. But Lucius Vorenus will also be fabulous!
KMK: Will there be corsets?
ME: Well...no. But there'll be armor!
KMK: Close enough.

It suddenly occurred to me that The Mikado would be greatly enlivened (not that it needs it) by ninjas. Especially if the three little maids from school were the ninjas. From ninja school. Come on, wouldn’t that be AWESOME?


...


...


...


This is why I should not be in charge of things.

Profile

timeripple: (Default)
timeripple

April 2017

S M T W T F S
      1
2345678
9 101112131415
16171819202122
23242526272829
30      

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 21st, 2017 03:54 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios