| Friday, July 4th, 2008 |
choronzon333
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1:19a |
Unauthorised Apocalypse:
The plan is a surface unchanged, the population
rearranged. The plan of the chart; symbols of the all Abase
yourself with dilemmas achingly strange. The
representation has become the object as fated. The atmosphere breaks the surface artlessly, the place of
origin reallocated.The strategy an inhalation without a
solution, the perpetrator a striking idol; secret messages outlast their authors. Dissidents are revolted by the able bodied
in anticipation of the end. Kings, in protracted
assumption of the mantle of rule, scheme and act. |
| Thursday, July 3rd, 2025 |
lupabitch
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9:54p |
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| Friday, July 4th, 2008 |
icedmaple
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3:31a |
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| Thursday, July 3rd, 2008 |
tryst_inn
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6:08p |
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| Friday, July 4th, 2008 |
icedmaple
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1:29a |
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| Thursday, July 3rd, 2008 |
asakiyume
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7:32p |
a discarded identity (one of the LJ posts I told ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) tithenai I wanted to make) Oh Tyler Rodriguez, why did you discard your school ID cards in the woods? Did you not realize that on the brown leafy path through the woods, little rectangles of white plastic stand out like extraterrestrials? Did you fail to foresee that crows or other scavengers might pick these things up? Well, you have only just finished seventh grade, so I guess this lapse in judgment is understandable and forgivable. It was interesting to see that you discarded two IDs, from two separate schools. From this I deduce that you moved during the school year. Who wrote the school mission statement on the back of one ID in sharpie? I hate mission statements, myself, but looking at this one, I wonder, did the principal make you guys all write it down? But the handwriting looks too feminine to belong to a boy named Tyler, so did a school administrator write it? Or maybe your sister or your mom? I tell you what: I will not work any malicious magic on you (other than this entry), despite being in possession of these cards. In fact, I will lose them for you much more effectively than you yourself were able. I hope you have a good year in eighth grade, whatever school you happen to be in. Current Mood:  chaotic neutralCurrent Music: Sting: Desert Rose |
seedmoon
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4:01p |
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cavalorn
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11:42p |
hmm
I just realised I still know the entirety of Marillion's Misplaced Childhood by heart.
I believe those of us who grew up in the 80s will always, to some extent, still be there until we die. |
cennetig
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6:23p |
a stress relieving chuckle
There are moments at my job that are just priceless.
The other night, on the red eye portion of a turn, I was attempting to serve an old couple. I was trying to keep my voice low because most people were sleeping but both of them were damn near blind and deaf. The young guy that was sitting on the isle seat was already chuckeling watching this when a little kid starts poking me in the butt to gett my attention. It was the unacompanied minor on the flight, a really little guy. The conversation went like this.
Him: Can I have (a) PSP?
me: Huh?
Him: Can I have (a) PSP?
me: Uh, we don't have those.
Him: Sigh. Can you play PSP now?
me: What?
Him: Can you play PSP now?
me: Um, I would love to but Im kind of busy right now.
Him: (moment of silence considering how stupid this flight attendent is)
NO! Can I play PSP now?
me: Oh, sure. Have fun.
The young guy was really cracking up at this point as was I and a mother who was sitting near by. I shrug and say I thought the kid was throwing down. Poke poke poke. "Hey big dumb flight attendent! I challenge you to a duel. I choose PSPs. Meet me at row one in 5 minutes and prepare to die."
Anyways, it made my night. I later found out that the kid had given up on me as to stupid to be of assistance and got one of the girls go get his PSP out of the over head bin for him. |
choronzon333
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6:17p |
Veil of Thorns - Salon Apocalypse I'll let you know when the time comes.   |
| Friday, July 4th, 2008 |
catsnstuff
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9:36a |
Link: On the Waterboard Description: "How does it feel to be “aggressively interrogated”? Christopher Hitchens found out for himself, submitting to a brutal waterboarding session in an effort to understand the human cost of America’s use of harsh tactics at Guantánamo and elsewhere. VF.com has the footage." |
| Thursday, July 3rd, 2008 |
tryst_inn
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1:47p |
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icedmaple
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10:02p |
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seedmoon
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1:40p |
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parallelgirl
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8:01p |
I'm not sure about the ethics of using the video footage of Bush comforting disaster victims in this way, but this news spoof from the Onion is very wry-chuckle inducing...
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rainbear
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2:53p |
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seedmoon
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11:33a |
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exmoor_cat
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7:25p |
Oh noodles..............
My latest mead batch looks like it's FUBARed. I thought the brew had finished, but it's stuck with about another 8% abv to go (currently at circa 12% and very sweet, but also somewhat bitter....). I've tried to put in another yeast starter and 1.2 gallon of water to ease off the alcohol content, but so far no sign of activity. |
cavalorn
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6:39p |
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esther_in_vain
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6:14p |
I am ill. I thought I was ill earlier when I kept taking off layers and was still sweating and dizzy. And now I feel... blah.
Times like this I miss Stefan's cooking. He made the best chicken soup. And brownies. And pancakes. And he always had mini marshmallows in the cupboard for hot chocolate - which he made by melting Green & Black's chocolate with milk in a pan. I used to tease him and say that's how a child would make hot chocolate but really, that powder which comes in a jar and you spoon into boiled water tastes like nothing at all. He was on to something.
I think if I focus on being a poet I will write my way back to him. Or someone like him. Stefan, sans-crazy. I will wonder around Kensington looking vainly for inspiration until I bump into him like a magnet getting closer and closer to another magnet until they both just collide.
I went with a boy to Pollock's Toy Museum today and he bought me a paper dress-up-doll and I feel like a sick child who's been bought a gift to cheer them up. It's sort of working; it's occupying me until bed time. I found out that my grandparents knew the original owners of the museum... I feel somewhat entitled to it all. Like I could just live amongst the toys now, having tea parties with those hideous old victorian china dolls with the cracked faces, pouring invisible cream and cutting invisible cakes. I would shrink to two inches tall and creak around the doll houses...
I am delerious. Most of these paragraphs begin with "I"... I think about this when writing in my diary. I notice how everything begins with "I" because it's all about Me Me Me. Well why wouldn't it be, Stefan?
It's morning, Antonin Artaud walks past shaking his magical stick which was given to him by St Peter. I think he is mad. I think he is dangerous.
Current Music: Interpol |
rainbear
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1:10p |
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icedmaple
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5:58p |
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al_khidr
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10:02a |
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demonmoonglow
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5:10p |
Everything happens at once
This morning had to go to my GP and I now have an urinary infection.Whilst there I asked him to check my eye which is not any better and ended up at the local Eye Unit. Yes my worst fears realised - I now have iritis.
So here I am with antibiotics twice a day, steroid eye drops every hour and atropine eye drops twice a day. Last night the TV suddenly went off - it seems the remote is not working and I also have my daughter and husband staying with us.
So all in all I'm having a splendid time of it. Thank goodness I didn't decide to come to London for the ball and Kensal Green.
All say "Ahhhh" now |
barbedwirekiss
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4:58p |
Boom! Kerrrrruuuunnnnch! *rumble*
Got a thunder storm! Got a thunder storm! (For those the wrong side of "The Pond" - I got an electrical storm! I got an electrical storm!)
BRING IT ON!
There's part of me that just wants to go out and dance like crazy while it's thunder and lightning all around. I think it may have something to do with spending long hours out on the Lancashire moors!
Wow! That was a real acidy nasty angsty one... not bassy, low rumble more like the sound of a cat being thrown about a tumble dryer!
I WANNA GO PLAY WITH THE SPARKS!!!! |
mischievous
accomplished