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May. 5th, 2010

Happpy CInco DE Mayo, everybody!
Hope ypu all had a good night, and lots of tequilla. Nighgt.

Mar. 27th, 2010

Confound you, you stupid Disney 'vault'!

Mark you're calendars, the day that we've been waiting years for is here! Well, that I've been waiting years for, anyway.

Beauty and the Beast is coming out of the Disney 'vault'-  their money making scam- and I will be buying it! It killed me to miss this the last time around. This is my favorite Disney film ever.

FOOD!!! (with three exclamation points)

I'm making Flan, and bored as it's baking.

So I thought I'd tell the world.

POems are cool. Have a few.

      When you see this, post a poem.

      The Walrus and the Carpenter
      By Lewis Carroll
      (Because it's a  great poem, and I'm on a Lewis Carroll kick. Aren't we all?)

      HE sun was shining on the sea,
      Shining with all his might;
      He did his very best to make
      The billows smooth and bright--
      And this was odd, because it was
      The middle of the night.
      The moon was shining sulkily,
      Because she thought the sun
      Had got no business to be there
      After the day was done--
      "It's very rude of him," she said,
      "To come and spoil the fun!"
      The sea was wet as wet could be,
      The sands were dry as dry.
      You could not see a cloud, because
      No cloud was in the sky;
      No birds were flying overhead--
      There were no birds to fly.
      The Walrus and the Carpenter
      Were walking close at hand;
      They wept like anything to see
      Such quantities of sand--
      "If this were only cleared away,"
      They said, "it would be grand!"
      "If seven maids with seven mops
      Swept it for half a year,
      Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
      "That they could get it clear?"
      "I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
      And shed a bitter tear.
      "O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
      The Walrus did beseech.
      "A Pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
      Along the briny beach;
      We cannot do with more than four,
      To give a hand to each."
      The eldest Oyster looked at him,
      But never a word he said;
      The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
      And shook his heavy head--
      Meaning to say he did not choose
      To leave the oyster-bed.
      But four young Oysters hurried up,
      All eager for the treat;
      Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
      Their shoes were clean and neat--
      And this was odd, because, you know,
      They hadn't any feet.
      Four other Oysters followed them,
      And yet another four;
      And thick and fast they came at last,
      And more, and more, and more--
      All hopping through the frothy waves,
      And scrambling to the shore.
      The Walrus and the Carpenter
      Walked on a mile or so,
      And then they rested on a rock
      Conveniently low--
      And all the little Oysters stood
      And waited in a row.
      "The time has come," the Walrus said,
      "To talk of many things:
      Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing-wax --
      Of cabbages -- and kings --
      And why the sea is boiling hot--
      And whether pigs have wings."
      "But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
      "Before we have our chat;
      For some of us are out of breath,
      And all of us are fat!"
      "No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
      They thanked him much for that.
      "A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
      "Is what we chiefly need;
      Pepper and vinegar besides
      Are very good indeed--
      Now, if you're ready, Oysters dear,
      We can begin to feed."
      "But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
      Turning a little blue.
      "After such kindness, that would be
      A dismal thing to do!"
      "The night is fine," the Walrus said.
      "Do you admire the view?"
      "It was so kind of you to come!
      And you are very nice!"
      The Carpenter said nothing but,
      "Cut us another slice.
      I wish you were not quite so deaf--
      I've had to ask you twice!"
      "It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
      "To play them such a trick.
      After we've brought them out so far,
      And made them trot so quick!"
      The Carpenter said nothing but,
      "The butter's spread too thick!"
      "I weep for you," the Walrus said;
      "I deeply sympathize."
      With sobs and tears he sorted out
      Those of the largest size,
      Holding his pocket-handkerchief
      Before his streaming eyes.
      "O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
      "You've had a pleasant run!
      Shall we be trotting home again?"
      But answer came there none--
      And this was scarcely odd, because
      They'd eaten every one.

Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

I've had alcohol. This is not a goosd thing for a lightweight like me. Sorry fi I make no sense here.

Extra happy Christmas to Curriejean, cause I just got her card and it was much more clever than mine was. My little anti-halmark with dragons thing that i gave to people this year.

The post ripped it open though. Stupid post office. I hATE them.

Love all ya guys I gues. I dunno, I love alot of stuff. Like cookies.
This Penny Arcade is possibly the funniest ever. But it's funny in the way the movie 'Waiting' was only funny to people who work in restaurants. If you've EVER worked holiday retail, then you are well acquainted with the mythos of the magical toy land in 'the back' that most customers adhere to.

Sorry, folk, the back has nothing in it, except 1) the break room 2) the bathroom 3) a whole lot of empty shelves, that are empty because you stupid morons keep buying shit faster than we can get it!

And trust me, the employees do hate you. holiday shoppers. You make their lives hell, you spoil their usual do nothing jobs, some of you curse them out, or accuse them of being rude irrationally, when they probably have something they legitimately need to be doing that is preventing them from spending twenty minutes with one person. I even once had someone throw their change in my face, because I'd handed it to them wrong.

But I relished the chances to go in 'the back'. That's where the soda machine was. And I've found the length of one short song on your i pod is usually the proper amount of time to stand there wasting time. A word of wisdom to anyone suffering hte holiday season on the wrong side of the counter at Target.

Sep. 15th, 2009

Meme from [info]hanuueshe

Rules: Don't take too long to think about it. List fifteen books you've read that will always stick with you. Pick the first fifteen you can recall in no more than 15 minutes.

1. The Chronicles of Narnia, The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe. 
First book I ever voluntarily read, first fantasy. Holds a very special place in my heart for introducing me to sci-fi/fantasy.

2. Watership Downs.
The depressing bunny book, yes. I adore it. For whatever reason, whenever I need cheering up, I read it. It's sad, but so very hopeful in the end.

3. The Lord of The Rings.
This book changed me. I never wanted to read it, thought it was too long. I am now so very glad that I did. The greatest work of fantasy literature ever, if I may be so bold.

5. Dragonflight.
So, I had read Narnia, begun LOTR, HP. A lot of fantasy... about BOYS going on grand adventures, or in which girls, it is said, shouldn't ever fight in wars. Then, at twelve, an art teacher recomended the Dragonriders of Pern books, that begin with Dragonflight. Lessa, the main character, is female, and she's no one's sidekick, doesn't take no from anyone, and certainly will not be confined while there is fighting to be done! I had never really seen this in a fantasy till then. Women power.

6. The Hitchhickers Guide to the Galaxy.
Funniest book I've ever read. Also among the smartest, in an odd way. Everything is meaningless, it all means 42, but don't panic. 

7. Harry Potter.
Rocked my world, at ten. Spent my summer at eleven secretly hoping to get an owl from Hogwarts...

8. Incidents in the Life of  a Slave Girl.
You will cry at this. It's awful but wonderful. A real account of slavery, from an ex-slave.

9. Something Wicked This Way Comes.
By the ticking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes...
Bradburry is a special kind of brilliant. As is this book.

10. Flowers for Algernon.
Charlie is not very bright, till they 'fix' him, with treatment that makes him a genius. But only for so long. He and the mouse Algernon. This book made me cry, I will always remember it. 

11. Farenheit  451.
My first anti-utopia.

12. The Last Unicorn.
Fantasy that is so very beautiful and sad. 

13. Where the Wild Thins are.
Yeah, kids book, but so very meaningful for me as a child.

Science fiction that redefines science fiction. Everyone should read it.

15. Coraline.
Fear buttons. FEAR THEM! I love this book, it walks the line of being too scary for children, but is so well written.

Wow...mind blowing.

This...This is amazing! A llovely, award winning sort Watch i you've not seen it!