A Memorable Fancy

A small room, sparsely furnished.  On the table lies a large sprig of parsley and a bottle of ouzo.

Enter GREGOR SAMSA and SAMUEL BECKETT

BECKETT:  Good afternoon.

Silence.

BECKETT:  Good afternoon?

Silence.

BECKETT:  Pozzo?  Lucky? Pause.  Estragon?  Vladimir?  Longer pause.  Godot?

SAMSA cannot talk, as he is a gigantic insect.

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Regarding Milton's Paradise Lost: for somebody who says he's trying to "justify the ways of God to man", Milton spends an awful amount of time justifying Satan in a terribly convincing manner.  I mean, forget Hardy's vindication of Tess the murderer - or even Shakespeare's humanization of Othello or Shylock - this is an entirely different cup of ( Read more... )

When taking the air
In the park or the street
It's important to tell
All the people you meet
That your mind is afire
With visions of flame
And attempt to convince them
You've not gone insane
For the Rapture is coming -
My brethren, take arms!
For the temple of God
Is beset with false charms
And to quote our dear poet
From Aven, his point
Was that in this grim ( Read more... )

Hey folks.

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I despise people who use internet memes in place of humor.  I wish them to be forcefully removed from the face of the earth - preferably with something sharp and painful.  But even more than that, I hold absolute contempt for people who justify this practice by saying "Oh, I'm not being serious!" or even worse "It's ironic."

You're not being ironic ( Read more... )

While sitting down today in class ( Read more... )

I prayed it wouldn't come to this.  But I guess the prospect of imminent death tends to focus the mind on the futility of things ( Read more... )

Waiting for Lia to stop entertaining her guests and start entertaining me.

And the worms.

I suppose I should hit the lights soon and go to sleep.  But then it'd fade to black - blackened, as it were.   I've really been paid in full.  In black and white, dude.  *sigh*

Well, I guess it won't fade.

Oh man.  You have no idea how much it sucks when all your best friends turn into porpoises.  And you're left alone, sitting on the edge of the rockpool while your tiny, tiny friends frolic in the ripples.

Even people you know well, people you thought you had the measure of, turn up one day with flippers and a soft, cuddly snout.  Then they're gone ( Read more... )