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timerippleI keep looking in the mirror and freaking out, thinking that I’ve got white hairs. But then I decide that I’m just going very, very blonde in front.
I just realized why the clog step Emerald taught us for Duck River is so awesome: because it’s dactylic hexameter cataleptic, that’s why. !!! (I know, I'm turning into a total metre junkie.)
Thursday, April 12, 2007
1) Fairy tales class may come in handier than I had suspected. More on that when I find out more.
2) In re: fairy tales and the Apocalypse: end of “A Tale about the Boy Who Went Forth To Learn What Fear Was”: At the end, boy gets a bucket of minnows dumped on him, wakes up screaming “Okay! Now I know what getting the creeps is!” The extra four Bikers of the Apocalypse in Good Omens: last one keeps changing his name. The last name he manages before passing out: People Covered In Fish.
Me: ZOMG!
German professor: What is the name of this book of which you speak? So that I can AVOID IT AT ALL COSTS, because clearly she is insane.
Me: (alone, ten minutes later) ...So, what you’re saying is, am I smart enough to make the connection I just made, which is that the boy gets the creeps because he thinks the Apocalypse is coming? Dude, the kid’s too dumb to notice that umpteen dead guys are, in fact, dead; he’s not going to worry about a little thing like the Apocalypse.
3) m15m makes everything better.
4) Oh, no. This is REALLY not one of my better ideas. “Aristophanes’ Birds: The Children’s Book”! Disaster. And yet I feel strangely compelled.
5) Random things I have done this week:
- begun writing children’s book!version of The Birds
- compared fanfic to organized religion
- somehow shocked most of my Odyssey class into silence. I don't know how.
Prof: Okay, those of you who HAVE memorized the first two lines...
About five people: *raise their hands*
Prof: Okay. Well done, you first two. Fiona, your turn.
Me: *deep breath* Urk. Just remembered why I'm not an actress. Umm. Andramoiennepe, Mousa, polutropon, hosmalapolla/ plangthe, epeiTroieshieronptoliethroneperse ohthankgoodnessthat'soverwith.
Class: ... *stares*
Me: ... I am awesome, I know. Years of public humiliation will do that to a person.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Managed to find a music practice room today, and walked home smiling. The world is bright and beautiful, all things are possible, there is some serious peace making itself at home in my soul, etc., etc. That, and it IS a beautiful day, by which no, for once I do not mean it is raining like Scotland.
Played whatever-that-lament is. It sounded right for the first time in, dunno, years. It probably didn’t sound so good from outside. But from where I was, it was Good.
Random "Rome" Reactions:
Me: zomg Cicero is... Mr. Collins?! Awesome!
Pompey: I remember when I crushed the Illyrian pirates-
Me: YES!!!!! And not just the Illyrian ones, the ones from where Andromache’s from too, and- hang on, I’ve got Casson around here somewhere-
Cato the Younger: And your point is...?
Pompey: Never mind.
Me: Phooey. Wanna hear about the pirates.
Niobe: Don’t you dare tell your father! He’ll kill us all!
Me: OH THE NAMING APTNESS, I LOVE YOU SCREENWRITER PERSON
Brutus: The Republic is more important than any friend!
Me: OH THE FORESHADOWING, I LOVES IT
Octavian: Don’t do that.
Me: Wow. It’s fandom!Draco Malfoy, with curls. There’s no way the guy in ABC’s “Empire” could’ve raised an army out of his own pocket at age 19. But this guy, I could see him putting up an inscription that says he did.
Pompey: I ask no mercy for myself. But consider my wife and children. Let me take them to Egypt.
Vorenus: Oh, fine.
Me, Pompey, Pullo, Mark Antony, Caesar, and Lydia Bennet's whole campful of soldiers: I can’t believe he fell for that!
Caesar: We’re going to Egypt!
Me: Yay!
Me: ZOMG lighthouse! *squee*
Me: Everybody loves a jailbreak!
*The spoilery one*
Pullo: Here comes ol’ neighbourhood bully. Run and hide, now.
Vorenus: *prepares for stabnation*
Caesar: Hey Vorenus, my man, what up?
Everybody: ...
Me: *falls over* Asdfhjkhbruiwpahefkjsanfsak!
Caesar: Will you be my magistrate?
Vorenus: ...No.
Caesar: Atta boy! Knew I could count on you. Here, you’ll be needing this toga.
Everybody: YAY!
Vorenus: ...
Octavian: Your forgiveness is irrelevant.
Me: And thus is my “Rome is the Borg!” argument complete.
Brutus: You wrote WHAT in my name?!
Servilia: My little boy, all grown up and playing at being a wimpy Senator. You do remember our dear friend Cassius, don’t you?
Me: !!! *flail* Remember what I said about slo-mo trainwrecks when I already know how it ends?
I like Brutus. He has Marcus Flint teeth, but he’s so terribly interesting. Oh, you Romans and your stick-up-your-somewhere-painfulness. Gotta admire them, if only for their stubbornness. Even when they side-switch, backstab, and generally muck things up, they're being stubborn.
Unfortunately this is not helping me feel any less hostile towards their stupid pastoral poetry.
I just realized why the clog step Emerald taught us for Duck River is so awesome: because it’s dactylic hexameter cataleptic, that’s why. !!! (I know, I'm turning into a total metre junkie.)
Thursday, April 12, 2007
1) Fairy tales class may come in handier than I had suspected. More on that when I find out more.
2) In re: fairy tales and the Apocalypse: end of “A Tale about the Boy Who Went Forth To Learn What Fear Was”: At the end, boy gets a bucket of minnows dumped on him, wakes up screaming “Okay! Now I know what getting the creeps is!” The extra four Bikers of the Apocalypse in Good Omens: last one keeps changing his name. The last name he manages before passing out: People Covered In Fish.
Me: ZOMG!
German professor: What is the name of this book of which you speak? So that I can AVOID IT AT ALL COSTS, because clearly she is insane.
Me: (alone, ten minutes later) ...So, what you’re saying is, am I smart enough to make the connection I just made, which is that the boy gets the creeps because he thinks the Apocalypse is coming? Dude, the kid’s too dumb to notice that umpteen dead guys are, in fact, dead; he’s not going to worry about a little thing like the Apocalypse.
3) m15m makes everything better.
4) Oh, no. This is REALLY not one of my better ideas. “Aristophanes’ Birds: The Children’s Book”! Disaster. And yet I feel strangely compelled.
5) Random things I have done this week:
- begun writing children’s book!version of The Birds
- compared fanfic to organized religion
- somehow shocked most of my Odyssey class into silence. I don't know how.
Prof: Okay, those of you who HAVE memorized the first two lines...
About five people: *raise their hands*
Prof: Okay. Well done, you first two. Fiona, your turn.
Me: *deep breath* Urk. Just remembered why I'm not an actress. Umm. Andramoiennepe, Mousa, polutropon, hosmalapolla/ plangthe, epeiTroieshieronptoliethroneperse ohthankgoodnessthat'soverwith.
Class: ... *stares*
Me: ... I am awesome, I know. Years of public humiliation will do that to a person.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Managed to find a music practice room today, and walked home smiling. The world is bright and beautiful, all things are possible, there is some serious peace making itself at home in my soul, etc., etc. That, and it IS a beautiful day, by which no, for once I do not mean it is raining like Scotland.
Played whatever-that-lament is. It sounded right for the first time in, dunno, years. It probably didn’t sound so good from outside. But from where I was, it was Good.
Random "Rome" Reactions:
Me: zomg Cicero is... Mr. Collins?! Awesome!
Pompey: I remember when I crushed the Illyrian pirates-
Me: YES!!!!! And not just the Illyrian ones, the ones from where Andromache’s from too, and- hang on, I’ve got Casson around here somewhere-
Cato the Younger: And your point is...?
Pompey: Never mind.
Me: Phooey. Wanna hear about the pirates.
Niobe: Don’t you dare tell your father! He’ll kill us all!
Me: OH THE NAMING APTNESS, I LOVE YOU SCREENWRITER PERSON
Brutus: The Republic is more important than any friend!
Me: OH THE FORESHADOWING, I LOVES IT
Octavian: Don’t do that.
Me: Wow. It’s fandom!Draco Malfoy, with curls. There’s no way the guy in ABC’s “Empire” could’ve raised an army out of his own pocket at age 19. But this guy, I could see him putting up an inscription that says he did.
Pompey: I ask no mercy for myself. But consider my wife and children. Let me take them to Egypt.
Vorenus: Oh, fine.
Me, Pompey, Pullo, Mark Antony, Caesar, and Lydia Bennet's whole campful of soldiers: I can’t believe he fell for that!
Caesar: We’re going to Egypt!
Me: Yay!
Me: ZOMG lighthouse! *squee*
Me: Everybody loves a jailbreak!
*The spoilery one*
Pullo: Here comes ol’ neighbourhood bully. Run and hide, now.
Vorenus: *prepares for stabnation*
Caesar: Hey Vorenus, my man, what up?
Everybody: ...
Me: *falls over* Asdfhjkhbruiwpahefkjsanfsak!
Caesar: Will you be my magistrate?
Vorenus: ...No.
Caesar: Atta boy! Knew I could count on you. Here, you’ll be needing this toga.
Everybody: YAY!
Vorenus: ...
Octavian: Your forgiveness is irrelevant.
Me: And thus is my “Rome is the Borg!” argument complete.
Brutus: You wrote WHAT in my name?!
Servilia: My little boy, all grown up and playing at being a wimpy Senator. You do remember our dear friend Cassius, don’t you?
Me: !!! *flail* Remember what I said about slo-mo trainwrecks when I already know how it ends?
I like Brutus. He has Marcus Flint teeth, but he’s so terribly interesting. Oh, you Romans and your stick-up-your-somewhere-painfulness. Gotta admire them, if only for their stubbornness. Even when they side-switch, backstab, and generally muck things up, they're being stubborn.
Unfortunately this is not helping me feel any less hostile towards their stupid pastoral poetry.
