a curse for every mile of ocean crossed
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timerippleFrom the intern’s desk...
Ah, rejection letters. You know, nothing says “don’t take me seriously” quite like an SASE with a pink sparkly address label on it. Siriusly, people.
Last week I went to the Eastside Culture Crawl, which is like a pub crawl except with art and truffles instead of beer. Things I saw:
-A world in a moon-bubble splashed up from an acid ocean
-A spiraling fairy coronet of copper wire and copper roses, sort of like a space-age Brian Froud tiara
-A Jumbo Shrimp nebula
-Evening dark clouds on a dark sea. The painter of this one apparently plays the violin, according to one of his studio-mates and the music stand in the corner. Allegedly he comes in late at night to play alone in the empty building. I think that is very sensible of him, in a romantic kind of way. It is just what I should do if I were him.
Some Ye Olde Movie Reviewes, finally!
The Brothers Grimm. Wah, I missed the line “it’s not real armor; it’s just shiny!”
Meet Joe Black. What can I say? I admit, I have a deep and depressing love for this movie.
Prince Valiant. This one is special, so it gets a Thought Process instead of a Reviewe.
ME: This is going to be epic facepalm, isn’t it.
SOME PRINCESS: *terrible accent*
ME: Epic. Facepalm. Playing an alien must have been such a relief for her after this movie. Although she does get some decent lines.
SOME SQUIRE: Hey, this worked in A Knight’s Tale.
SOME KNIGHT: RAAAAAHHHHH!
SOME SQUIRE: Look, your baldric’s undone!
SOME KNIGHT: *falls for it*
ME: I... do not think “baldric” means what you think it means.
...
ME: There are no words to describe the facepalm. Multiply epic by infinity times eternity and you will still have no idea why I’m quoting Meet Joe Black to talk about this movie. Basically, this is like a cross beween Star Wars, A Knight's Tale and Monty Python and the Holy Grail, with the jailkeeper's dog from POTC and some ROUSes (Reptiles of Unusual Size) thrown in for good measure. A must-see, if you're into drinking games. Take one sip every time the princess saves somebody's butt and everybody else is totally useless...
Aaaand some Ye Newe Movie Reviewes
Elizabeth: The Golden Age. Wtf?
Lust, Caution. This movie may have put me off sex for life.
Love in the Time of Cholera. I am now so very, very depressed.
The Publishing Course Chronicles
Cover Letter Critique Day
ME: Blah, blah, plot, SASE, sincerely.
MK: ...900 words? I don’t think so. That plot is a novel.
ME: Er, haha, how ever did you guess... well, you did tell us to lie through our teeth if necessary.
MK: ... Passes muster. Next!
A week later...
Now that I have accorded the Apolline and the Dionysiac their due places as legitimate parts of my psyche (see this post), they occasionally come up with opinions of their own. Unfortunately they seem to have taken my threat about Wagner a little too seriously, and from time to time I find them allied against me.
ME: (running up stairs to writing centre office) WAIT! YOU CANNOT CLOSE YET! WAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!
OFFICE DUDE: ...
ME: *puppy eyes* Please, give me two minutes and I’ll be right back with this giant box of stuff that needs to go in here over the weekend! PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!
OFFICE DUDE: ...Erm. Sure, no problem.
ME: THANK YOU. I WILL BE RIGHT BACK.
(Two minutes later...)
ME: THANK YOU SO MUCH.
OFFICE DUDE: Do you need any help with that?
ME: *blinding smile* Why, thank you.
OFFICE DUDE: No problem at all.
ME: *blinding smile*
APOLLINE: Hey, I think he likes you.
ME: Huh. He was awfully nice about keeping the office open an extra two minutes.
DIONYSIAC: How’d you manage that? Did you dazzle him with your, er, wits?
APOLLINE & DIONYSIAC: Heh, heh heh.
ME: Oh please. Flashing is for amateurs.
A week after that...
ME: *waving paper* Excuse me. This needs to go to V.
SOME ASSISTANTS: ...Who? Oh, you mean the French teacher?
ME: No. This is the writing centre office. It needs to go to V in the writing centre.
SOME ASSISTANTS: ... er, um... *confer among themselves*
ME: You people are starting to annoy me. Where oh where is my slightly-goofy-looking-yet-competent-and-polite desk knight in shining bureaucratic armour?
And yet another week later...
ME: So, thank you for listening to those five minutes of drivel.
MK: Uh... I liked that he got turned into a tree. I don’t think that’s been done before.
ME: ...
I am in love with this song. It suits my mood perfectly. Perfectly.
Ah, rejection letters. You know, nothing says “don’t take me seriously” quite like an SASE with a pink sparkly address label on it. Siriusly, people.
Last week I went to the Eastside Culture Crawl, which is like a pub crawl except with art and truffles instead of beer. Things I saw:
-A world in a moon-bubble splashed up from an acid ocean
-A spiraling fairy coronet of copper wire and copper roses, sort of like a space-age Brian Froud tiara
-A Jumbo Shrimp nebula
-Evening dark clouds on a dark sea. The painter of this one apparently plays the violin, according to one of his studio-mates and the music stand in the corner. Allegedly he comes in late at night to play alone in the empty building. I think that is very sensible of him, in a romantic kind of way. It is just what I should do if I were him.
Some Ye Olde Movie Reviewes, finally!
The Brothers Grimm. Wah, I missed the line “it’s not real armor; it’s just shiny!”
Meet Joe Black. What can I say? I admit, I have a deep and depressing love for this movie.
Prince Valiant. This one is special, so it gets a Thought Process instead of a Reviewe.
ME: This is going to be epic facepalm, isn’t it.
SOME PRINCESS: *terrible accent*
ME: Epic. Facepalm. Playing an alien must have been such a relief for her after this movie. Although she does get some decent lines.
SOME SQUIRE: Hey, this worked in A Knight’s Tale.
SOME KNIGHT: RAAAAAHHHHH!
SOME SQUIRE: Look, your baldric’s undone!
SOME KNIGHT: *falls for it*
ME: I... do not think “baldric” means what you think it means.
...
ME: There are no words to describe the facepalm. Multiply epic by infinity times eternity and you will still have no idea why I’m quoting Meet Joe Black to talk about this movie. Basically, this is like a cross beween Star Wars, A Knight's Tale and Monty Python and the Holy Grail, with the jailkeeper's dog from POTC and some ROUSes (Reptiles of Unusual Size) thrown in for good measure. A must-see, if you're into drinking games. Take one sip every time the princess saves somebody's butt and everybody else is totally useless...
Aaaand some Ye Newe Movie Reviewes
Elizabeth: The Golden Age. Wtf?
Lust, Caution. This movie may have put me off sex for life.
Love in the Time of Cholera. I am now so very, very depressed.
The Publishing Course Chronicles
Cover Letter Critique Day
ME: Blah, blah, plot, SASE, sincerely.
MK: ...900 words? I don’t think so. That plot is a novel.
ME: Er, haha, how ever did you guess... well, you did tell us to lie through our teeth if necessary.
MK: ... Passes muster. Next!
A week later...
Now that I have accorded the Apolline and the Dionysiac their due places as legitimate parts of my psyche (see this post), they occasionally come up with opinions of their own. Unfortunately they seem to have taken my threat about Wagner a little too seriously, and from time to time I find them allied against me.
ME: (running up stairs to writing centre office) WAIT! YOU CANNOT CLOSE YET! WAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!
OFFICE DUDE: ...
ME: *puppy eyes* Please, give me two minutes and I’ll be right back with this giant box of stuff that needs to go in here over the weekend! PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!
OFFICE DUDE: ...Erm. Sure, no problem.
ME: THANK YOU. I WILL BE RIGHT BACK.
(Two minutes later...)
ME: THANK YOU SO MUCH.
OFFICE DUDE: Do you need any help with that?
ME: *blinding smile* Why, thank you.
OFFICE DUDE: No problem at all.
ME: *blinding smile*
APOLLINE: Hey, I think he likes you.
ME: Huh. He was awfully nice about keeping the office open an extra two minutes.
DIONYSIAC: How’d you manage that? Did you dazzle him with your, er, wits?
APOLLINE & DIONYSIAC: Heh, heh heh.
ME: Oh please. Flashing is for amateurs.
A week after that...
ME: *waving paper* Excuse me. This needs to go to V.
SOME ASSISTANTS: ...Who? Oh, you mean the French teacher?
ME: No. This is the writing centre office. It needs to go to V in the writing centre.
SOME ASSISTANTS: ... er, um... *confer among themselves*
ME: You people are starting to annoy me. Where oh where is my slightly-goofy-looking-yet-competent-and-polite desk knight in shining bureaucratic armour?
And yet another week later...
ME: So, thank you for listening to those five minutes of drivel.
MK: Uh... I liked that he got turned into a tree. I don’t think that’s been done before.
ME: ...
I am in love with this song. It suits my mood perfectly. Perfectly.
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Date: 2007-11-27 01:45 pm (UTC)actually, you can hang a bugle on a baldric as well, or even a drum, since baldrics can also refer to belts - they're just belts worn over one shoulder for more support - like the strap on a messenger bag. most of the time, however, they're used along with a scabbard for swords & the entire thing (strap & scabbard) is called a baldric. most definitely NOT, however, worn 'round the waist. that's just a belt-belt.
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Date: 2007-11-27 04:11 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-11-28 02:59 am (UTC)Also, I just figured out a whole bunch of things for Goat-Girl today. So prepare for a barrage... eventually. I'm afraid Phips's Tale is all that's complete at the moment, so you'll have to be content with that until I wrap everything up.