what should have been
May. 26th, 2008 02:31 amAfter an interesting dream last night involving Doctor Who, I have come to a very definite conclusion.
In the dub of Bleach, the part of Aizen Sousuke should have been voiced by Tom Baker.
He would have been so trustworthy. So commanding. And so megalomaniacally charming.
(If you're curious, the dream for some reason had me being Romana, and the main bit I remember which gave rise to the above thought had me-as-Romana kneeling in front of the Doctor, who was sitting in a high-backed chair, and taking his hands in mine as he said, "Do you trust me?")
(Then I woke up. Dammit.)
(And yes, I will be working this into something else as soon as I can figure out how.)
---
Summer
Leaving the house,
I went out to see
The frog, for example,
in her satiny skin;
and her eggs
like a slippery veil;
and her eyes
with their golden rims;
and the pond
with its risen lilies;
and its warmed shores
dotted with pink flowers;
and the long, windless afternoons;
and the white heron
like a dropped cloud,
taking one slow step
then standing awhile then taking
another, writing
her own soft-footed poem
through the still waters.
-- Mary Oliver
In the dub of Bleach, the part of Aizen Sousuke should have been voiced by Tom Baker.
He would have been so trustworthy. So commanding. And so megalomaniacally charming.
(If you're curious, the dream for some reason had me being Romana, and the main bit I remember which gave rise to the above thought had me-as-Romana kneeling in front of the Doctor, who was sitting in a high-backed chair, and taking his hands in mine as he said, "Do you trust me?")
(Then I woke up. Dammit.)
(And yes, I will be working this into something else as soon as I can figure out how.)
---
Summer
Leaving the house,
I went out to see
The frog, for example,
in her satiny skin;
and her eggs
like a slippery veil;
and her eyes
with their golden rims;
and the pond
with its risen lilies;
and its warmed shores
dotted with pink flowers;
and the long, windless afternoons;
and the white heron
like a dropped cloud,
taking one slow step
then standing awhile then taking
another, writing
her own soft-footed poem
through the still waters.
-- Mary Oliver