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All hail the newest despot!
I do love the Brits, honesly.
From yesterday's Guardian, by a Pythonite:
Dear President Bush ( Read more... ) -
Woe is me
Feelin' bad? Blue around the edges? Your girlfriend cheated on you with your dog *and* took your truck away?
Need a soundtrack for your pitiful, misery-filled life?
Brits to the rescue!!!
Here's a list of top 25 miserable songs from The Guardian. Honestly, read it ( Read more... ) -
Suddenly... Susan?
So, I'm in Budapest now and the funny thing about this place? People apparently riot here when their President (PM, whatever) lies.
Silly gits.
In other news, I've been listening some songs off the Rogue's Gallery - Pirate Songs (don't ask), and "Good Ship Venus" is a good sing-along tune.
Choice lyrics:
The cabin boy was Kipper ( Read more... ) -
Song Title Meme
Just because I'm bored ( Read more... ) -
Not Springtime, but...
Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera
hace con los cerezos.
I thought this a nice response:
What Spring Does With Cherry Trees
by Aditi Thorat
Apologies to Neruda ( Read more... ) -
Fucking hormones!
I love to revel in my womynhood and all, folks, but - seriously - can we do without the mood swings?
To that note, here's a short quote from Carson's "Autobiography of Red". Apropos of nothing.
Not touching
but joined in astonishment as two cuts lie parallel in the same flesh.
And, Viv, darling? Write more. -
Sugar me, baby!
Honestly, if you folks have not watched Sugar Rush yet, git to it. Way, way better than SoN in some ways, and SO funny. Squee! -
Just another song post
Because I have nothing to say. 'cept to mention that it's a lovely fucking day outside, and I'm stuck in my room, reading up on 'social capital networks'.
It really does amaze me at times that people get paid, make a living out of coming up with such phrases as 'social capital networks', and then spend YEARS bloviating on and on about such crap ( Read more... ) -
A loss for the humankind!
I can't write. I think finishing that damned thesis broke something instrumental in the cogs of my brain, and nothing creative will leave it now.
Have you *any* idea what this means?
No more sappy-slushy Spashley fiction! Oh, the horror!
On the other hand, as the latest idea I had revolved around Spencer passing gas at the most inopportune ( Read more... ) -
Maybe I'll try it stoned next time...
...'It' being Marie-Antoinette by Coppola - good GOD, but that movie was BOOOOOOORING. BOOOOOORING ( Read more... )