Il y avait un marchand qui avait trois filles.  Toutes étient jolies.  La plus jeune était la plus jolie.  (Comme c'est l'usage en pareil cas.)  Aussi elle était bonne et gentille.  Son nom était Belle.  (Son père était le moins créatif.) Une saison, tous sons navires à l'exception de un sont perdus en mer.

«Oh non !  Nous serons ( Read more... )

This is completely true.  Moby Dick is two love stories, one requited and one not. 
This was originally meant to be serious, but perhaps Ishmael is just too silly, fawning over Queequeg like a preteen fangirl.  Canon Ishmael, at that.  (Observe, Robert.  I have been making the effort to write more slash, instead of just thinking it.)

( Upon waking next morning about daylight, I found Queequeg's arm thrown over me in the most loving and affectionate manner. You had almost thought I had been his wife. )

Godric’s betrayal:

Godric was not fond of battle; he was an unfortunately intelligent man, such that he realized the absoluteness of death, that it was not glorious, it was just nothingness.  However, he went into battle anyway, because he loved Byrhtnoth.  He would have gladly fought and died for Byrhtnoth, afterlife or not, because a brief time ( Read more... )

Let me not be without internet again.  Everything else is secondary -- home, furniture, food, whatever.  The main effect of having been on the road with practically no human interaction for several days is that I really really want something other than my own mind.  I want to be out of my mind?  Perhaps I am, a little bit.  Nothing a little ( Read more... )

When I am unwell, I am ill even in my dreams. In this strange limbo before I head off to graduate school, I find myself, instead of doing something useful like studying a (programming) language, I seem to have regressed ten years and recalled that back in middle school I was a total anime nerd, despite the fact that half of it pisses me off for ( Read more... )

draw pictures
have smashing academic success
buy nice shoes
play in a hottub
write letters
like 5 new people
do something whimsical
become a dominatrix
grow a plant
avoid injury
appreciate the color GREEN
involve self in something
be confused and amused
wade in the sea
write more slash
pet a kangaroo
donate [time or] thought to the misfortunate
LJ more
read a great ( Read more... )

In which it may become apparent that I am rediscovering photoshop, and have not quite mastered it.

( the night is not so long and black as your hair )

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble/ficlet of any pairing/character of their choosing from me. In return, they [don't actually have to, but can if they want to] post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level ( Read more... )

Open houses are not nearly so charming from the other side. I think I will henceforth avoid ever owning anything. But I have finally slept and have been spending unusually much time skulking about in the park. My heavens are brass, my earth is iron, my moon a clod of clay.

I can't be the only one who has dreams in which I am a man (and in various other ways, otherwise than I actually am). I am unreasonably irritated by misuse of archaisms in attempts to sound clever. The latter can probably be attributed to the dominating influence of academia in my life, which manages to overcome my general opposition to positing ( Read more... )