Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!–An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,–
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
-Wilfred Owen
- Mood:
contemplative
Not that I have any need to mark the start of Lent any more. As of this latest farce with whatever the fuck that arsehole cardinal's called, consider my catholicism officially lapsed. It was on its last legs anyway, but still - when you're as born-and-bred-and-educated R.C. as I am, and you start feeling more guilt just for admitting to your religious affiliation than you've ever felt for 'sinning', its time to go find something else. I'm thinking something pagan. If they're going to talk about me (and they will, I'm sure) I'd best give them something to sink their teeth into *eyerolls*
*
Say what you like about Keltie Colleen (but keep anything really obnoxiously negative to your own lj, I'm not in the mood for a ding-dong) but you can't deny she's got style. I don't think I've seen a more impressive case of 'look what you're missing, ASSHOLE' since Princess Di. Trying a little too hard, and I cringe every time she calls herself 'HAWT' (heart-break is no reason to massacre a perfectly innocent language sweetie, we have Ryan for that) but still.
And speaking of Ryan Ross, I'd quite like to say I feel uncomfortable thinking of this whole thing as canon, but I'm too much of a horrible person. The first thing I thought when I read Keltie's blog was 'huh. Wonder which one of his bandmates it was?' Followed quickly by 'I guess it could be Pete?' and 'nah, it's got to be Brendon.' Like I said, horrible person.
We can read a lot into Panic's probable career trajectory from here though. They're going to make lots and lots of albums, mostly because every time they finish one, Something Will Happen to make their latest stuff embarrassing and painful to sing in public. I'm not kidding, Pas de Cheval anyone? 'She's the smoke she's dancing fancy pirouettes'? And my personal favourite, 'I don't love you I'm just passing the time/You could love me if I knew how to lie/But who could love me I am out of my mind'. Yes, Ryro, yes you are. Seriously, the mind boggles.
They're holed up working on music right now. Album #3 sould be interesting...
- Mood:
guilty
(well, it was when I started writing...)
A (male) customer came up to the till today to buy a long-stemmed red rose. 'Don't get all excited, it's not for you,' he grinned.
'Oh that's good!' I told him. 'I always say if I ever get these for Valentine's I'll be returning to sender. Rectally. Thorns first.' (No, really, I used those words exactly. Fifteen years, you guys, this is an ooold routine by now.) D'you know, I think I freaked him out a little? Good times :D
So, it's the annual day of sappy romantic love and the arseholes who fund it. Time for me to spread a little love of my own, methinks!
Dearest f-list,
I love you. Yes, you rolling your eyes thinking of skimming this, don't think I can't see you with your low self-esteem. You're thinking 'eh, she can't possibly mean me.' Well, I do. I love you, because you're a wonderful and lovely person. I count myself privileged to know you all, whether I've met you in person or chatted or emailed or exchanged comments or if we just lurk each other's lj's. (Although ridic and major love to those reading who I've met in RL - I love you bestest! <3)
Anyway, I love you all, even when I'm too tired to come up with the fancy poetical ways to express that. I was up at half five this morning. Please don't mock me :P
Love, me ♥ ♥ ♥
Annnd, speaking of love. One of my new year's resolutions this year is to give more - especially on people's birthdays, especially on your birthday. Yes, yours, told you this post was for you :P
So, what would you like for your birthday? Picspam? Ficlet? Playlist? Art? Guys, please please comment and let me know the following:
-What you'd like
-in what fandom (I'll create stuff based on any fandom listed here: http://anansigirltoo.livejournal.com/93
-when's your birthday (incidentally I realise it's mid-February, folks I've missed will get their present in 2010. My fail, I'd say let me show you it but it's *epic* so you can probably see it from where you're sitting)
-your address, if you'd like something physical in your letterbox (and your email if you don't) - comments will of course be screened!
-any prompts, ideas, stuff you don't want to see, etc, etc
-if you don't know what you want and want to link me to your christmas wishlist that's also good *g*
What I'm trying to say here is that I love you guys and I'm working on, y'know, showing it *g* Your help in this matter would be greatly appreciated! <3
(Incidentally, I'll be linking to this post once a month or so for the next year, for those who don't want to think about their oncoming birthdays just yet.)
- Mood:
hopeful
say what, mr president?
I can't stop laughing at this. Barack Obama, folks, are we absolutely sure that he's real? Because I tend to associate shenanigans of this nature with Panic at their very most stonerfied.
(And if politics were a fandom I'd be casting a Snakes on a Plane AU right about now...)
On to matters more important, and sadly some people are still arseholes. The 'Yes On 8' campaign have filed a legal brief seeking the forcible dissolution of all the same-sex couples who managed to marry in California last year (before the passing of Prop 8). That's around 18,000 marriages, and it's beyond fucking wrong.
The Courage Campaign are sending a letter to the Supreme Court asking them to reject the case and invalidate Prop 8. Please, if you've got a minute, go sign it, maybe ask your friends to do the same? The deadline is Valentine's Day, and it can't possibly hurt.
Thanks for your time.
- Mood:
(but still laughing)
I have more Jon Walker than you, so there! :P
Also!
and rafael nadal
want to have lots and lots of
really kinky
O RLY RAFA? :D
Speaking of really kinky, would anyone be willing to look over my Gabe/William for sosodirty? It's won't be finished till Thursday evening, but there will be D/s, bondage, figging (ikr, wtf was I on that day?) and possibly watersports. Jsyk. I'd be really grateful!
In conclusion, RYAN ROSS.
( Neil Gaiman, kitties, acoustic shenanigans and a dancing single lady, all under a cut to save your f-list )
Happy February, folks! ♥
- Mood:
chipper - Music:'Bam bam BE dam bam bam de bam-bam...'
So, I'm kind of happy (and yes, surprised) to report that it's come back recently - it appears that Barack Obama really is the little community organiser that could. *g*
Dear Nearly-President Obama,
Enjoy your party tonight, and good luck for tomorrow and the years to come. Sadly I'm afraid you're going to need it!
With fingers firmly crossed...
- Mood: hopeful
- Music:We Believe In... (Barack Obama) - The Hush Sound (Oh come on, what else?!)
For instance, Empires now have an lj. Not sure what to make of that apart from YOU ARE NOT FOOLING ANYBODY, THOMAS CONRAD! ILYOU AND YOUR BAND BUT FOR PETE'S SAKE STAY AWAY FROM THE PORNFICTION! And I'm thinking that *clunk* *click* I keep hearing is the sound of many many fangirls going 'shiiiit, hide the porn'. Between that and Pete Wentz replying to named individuals via blogspot, I hereby declare the fourth wall officially dead. *sends it flowers*
Oh yeah, and speaking of Pete and the Fall Out Boy US tour - what the actual fuck are people whining about again? Because this is customer stupidity of epic, epic proportions. It's stupidity Jim, but not as we know it, and I'm fully expecting Pete to show up over at
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customers_suck tomorrow because - get this - people are actually complaining that they're getting too much bang for their 36 bucks.I feel there ought to be a paragraph break here to allow you to swallow the stupidity. Take your time. It's a big mouthful of dumbass, I agree. I'll wait till you're done.
And it would be fucking funny as hell if I wasn't quite so pissed off. The world's halfway down the shitter with regard to the current economic situation, the HIV epidemic in Africa, the poverty all over the place, the current religious conflicts - I could go on all day, these are just some of the problems faced daily by people all over the world. I could fill libraries. And if the biggest thing you* can find to complain about is the line-up of a concert that you're privileged to be able to attend, then fuck you. Fuck. You. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on, fuck you in the arse with fucking barbed wire, fuck you sideways with a roll of sparkly fucking quarters. I'm so fucking sorry for the hardship of your life, you have no fucking idea.
Wow, that came out more angry than I thought it would.
*
*Okay, so probably not you. I have more faith in your maturity than that, f-list *g*
- Mood:
irritated
- Mood: optimistic
Anyway, I'm posting now to wish all of you lovely and wonderful people a happy new year's eve (what's left of it), a hangover-free new year's day (if you've over-indulged tonight) and an utterly splendid 2009. I hope the new year brings you all that you hold dear :)
I'd be more spammity, I'm sure, but I have a warm bed, a fuzzy dog and too much mulled wine. It's very good, but it doesn't half sap the will-power - next time I think I'll take it easy with the brandy...
- Mood:
tired
pointless entry is pointless, i know...
And now to bed.
However, New York was fabulous, and so are
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bluejbird, mintyfiend and finny91. I had the best time you guys (I hope you got home okay!) - and when my brain isn't quite so foggy I'm sure I'll remember it too. Fair warning: I plan to gloat about it obnoxiously.Until then...
- Mood: tired
- Music:'Bounce', the Cab
Somewhere in the UK right this minute there's a Fall Out Boy. At least, I think there is? I'm tempted to go and look, but then I'd have to go in person (can't believe everything you read on the internets, y'know) and that would lead to kidnap and other illegal happenings. Don't get me wrong - I love Patrick as much as anyone else I know - but I'm not sure what I'd do with one of my very own.
I'm very tempted to write an episode of TAI TV and send it in. Veeery tempted. But, fourth wall issues. Ick.
Mostly though, I'm procrastinating. I have a million and one things to do but I can't be arsed and it's too early to scrap the day and go back to bed.
*re-reads*
Fuuuuuuuuuuck. *headdesk*
- Mood:
weird
*wibbles*
Er, hi new friendly people! I'll make a properly informative introductory post in a day or two. I'm a little busy with the flailing right now.
ACK. THE DOG, SHE HAS THE FLEAS. SHE CAN HAS FLEAS, PEOPLE, THIS IS NOT FUCKING ON.
Notice how I don't say 'my dog'? She is not in fact my dog. She's the family dog. And yet, when she gets fleas (OMG DO NOT WANT) I am always, always the first to notice, because unlike the rest of the family, my unique chemical odour leads any fleas to believe that I'm an ambulatory all-you-can-eat buffet. In practical terms, this means that when our dog has fleas, I can has them also.
*FFFFLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIILLL
*EPIC* FLAIL
Fortunately they're just dog fleas - pet-based fleas can't live on human blood for long, just as people can't survive indefinitely on a diet of fast food only. (Can you tell I've had this problem before?) Unfortunately, two have landed on my keyboard as I type this (no, idk how my laptop is still intact either :( ) which means the dog's infested.
LET'S HAVE SOME FLAIL HERE FOR VARIETY
Also, fleas bite. The sting's quite impressive for such little buggers, the bites itch like hell for days because I'm heavily allergic, and I'm only going to get more bites until the fuckers die and fall off in a day or two.
*cries*
- Location:my bed: POPULATION UNKNOWN, AND NOT IN THE GOOD WAY
- Mood:
distressed
- Mood:
accomplished
Happy Birthday, gracecourage!
And I hope you had the really lovely day that you deserve to have on your birthday! (For those who do not know her,
gracecourage is all sorts of awesome, although I suspect she hides her light under a heavy bushel on occasion.)
I'd hoped to post you your finished goodie today, but it's still not actually finished (it... may still even be *growing*, aargh), so unfortunately I have nothing for you but the best sort of wishes. I'm sorry.
ETA to fix coding. I hate rich text...
- Mood:
sleepy - Music:about a girl, the academy is...
Why on earth are you making my flist cry?
No, really... is he okay? Because either my google-fu is spectacularly weak or something's up, normally if it's him doing the posting it gets cross-posted *everywhere*...
- Mood:
worried
My little brother gave my laptop back last night.
B: You weren't okay with me borrowing your laptop, were you?
Me: ...not so much, nope.
B: So I should probably shut up then?
Me: Going away and dying would also be good options for you right now, I think.
*insert 30 minutes here*
B: If I promise never to speak of this again..,
Me: WHAT.
B: Can I borrow your handcuffs?
Me: Keep them.
- Mood:
embarrassed
FAIL, folks. EPIC FAIL.
Am currently posting from the family computer (how is it this slow? I've seen Apatosaurus specimens with faster rates of electrical conduction, even without their actual nervous system) because my little brother has hijacked my laptop. Because my mum told him I probably wouldn't mind. This is Not Good. Not only do I currently have open tabs with fic to read in them, not only is AIM set to sign me in automatically (though he did put up an 'I'm not here' message - I got a very strange voice-message from one of my doctor mates, god alone knows what he said to her... o.O) but I also have stuff open with my current WIPs.
This is, in fact, Epically Bad.
Right now, I'm working on:
The Fabulous Life of Edna Mode - mostly gen, based on The Incredibles, which means I'm probably going to have to explain why I'm writing a story based on Disney. Without explaining fanfic. Yeah.
Untitled SPN Fic of Doooooom, aka Frankenbunny - I'm not too worried about this one, because it's long as hell and he won't have the patience for it. I hope. Specifically, I really hope he lacks sufficient patience to make it past the fifth page, which is where the porn starts. The really rather kinky, gay porn, with added incest. I can't actually remember whether or not I referred to Sam and Dean as brothers, although given that he has no idea I'm writing porn in the first place the added taboo might not register. Please?
TAI/Panic/Empires bdsm gsf. Still in the sketchy notes and abbreviations stage. Best case scenario? He finds out that I'm interested in bdsm to the 'knowing an awful lot about it' extent. Worst case is that he realises I'm writing from experience. (Aaaarggh.)
Deflowering Brendon - ficlets. Idk if I used last names for these but homg I hope not. One of them is Brendon/Ray Toro, and he's a huge fan of MCR. *headdesks*
Little brother's currently sat on the couch, typing away to his girlfriend. Afaik, he hasn't looked at me strangely.
YET.
- Mood: anxious
you know you've fallen for bandom really hard when...
... someone talks about going to see a band...
...in another country...
...which is on a different continent...
...and you think, 'hey, that sounds like fun'...
...so you go ahead and DO IT!
***
Dear Ryan and Brendon and Spencer and Jon,
You win. See you in Newark!
Love, Me. &hearts
***
Tomorrow, when I'm feeling less faily and knackered from dealing with whopping great flies, I'm going to break out my inner adult and plan things. \o/
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