and rest eternal sorely need
Jan. 12th, 2005 12:27 amOne of those distinctly blah days. I don't think I'm ill, and I don't think it's a regular problem, and I did in fact get some definite work done on the Coding Clinic Index at work . . . then again, perhaps that is the problem, as I feel rather braindead tonight and haven't managed to get anything significant/interesting done. Pfeh.
Irritating.
And it was raining (though not the sort of level of storm that the people in the North are dealing with, thank goodness).
I did manage to obtain a copy of the Jerry Springer Opera and have been playing it most of the evening, then quoting bits of it at friends. I hope they will forgive this innocent enthusiasm. If not the lyrics.
Oh, and re Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories: I need more Card Points. And better cards, dammit. Blasted Moogles.
Currently reading Colleen Doran's Distant Soil graphic novel series. I wonder if it's worth doing an article on it for Aestheticism? It's not manga, but it is very beautiful indeed, and the central couple is male, and . . . well, it's a good series.
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Channel Firing
That night your great guns, unawares,
Shook all our coffins as we lay,
And broke the chancel window-squares,
We thought it was the Judgment-day
And sat upright. While drearisome
Arose the howl of wakened hounds:
The mouse let fall the altar-crumb,
The worms drew back into the mounds,
The glebe cow drooled. Till God called, "No;
It's gunnery practice out at sea
Just as before you went below;
The world is as it used to be:
"All nations striving strong to make
Red war yet redder. Mad as hatters
They do no more for Christés sake
Than you who are helpless in such matters.
"That this is not the judgment-hour
For some of them's a blessed thing,
For if it were they'd have to scour
Hell's floor for so much threatening ....
"Ha, ha. It will be warmer when
I blow the trumpet (if indeed
I ever do; for you are men,
And rest eternal sorely need)."
So down we lay again. "I wonder,
Will the world ever saner be,"
Said one, "than when He sent us under
In our indifferent century!"
And many a skeleton shook his head.
"Instead of preaching forty year,"
My neighbour Parson Thirdly said,
"I wish I had stuck to pipes and beer."
Again the guns disturbed the hour,
Roaring their readiness to avenge,
As far inland as Stourton Tower,
And Camelot, and starlit Stonehenge.
-- Thomas Hardy
Irritating.
And it was raining (though not the sort of level of storm that the people in the North are dealing with, thank goodness).
I did manage to obtain a copy of the Jerry Springer Opera and have been playing it most of the evening, then quoting bits of it at friends. I hope they will forgive this innocent enthusiasm. If not the lyrics.
Oh, and re Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories: I need more Card Points. And better cards, dammit. Blasted Moogles.
Currently reading Colleen Doran's Distant Soil graphic novel series. I wonder if it's worth doing an article on it for Aestheticism? It's not manga, but it is very beautiful indeed, and the central couple is male, and . . . well, it's a good series.
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Channel Firing
That night your great guns, unawares,
Shook all our coffins as we lay,
And broke the chancel window-squares,
We thought it was the Judgment-day
And sat upright. While drearisome
Arose the howl of wakened hounds:
The mouse let fall the altar-crumb,
The worms drew back into the mounds,
The glebe cow drooled. Till God called, "No;
It's gunnery practice out at sea
Just as before you went below;
The world is as it used to be:
"All nations striving strong to make
Red war yet redder. Mad as hatters
They do no more for Christés sake
Than you who are helpless in such matters.
"That this is not the judgment-hour
For some of them's a blessed thing,
For if it were they'd have to scour
Hell's floor for so much threatening ....
"Ha, ha. It will be warmer when
I blow the trumpet (if indeed
I ever do; for you are men,
And rest eternal sorely need)."
So down we lay again. "I wonder,
Will the world ever saner be,"
Said one, "than when He sent us under
In our indifferent century!"
And many a skeleton shook his head.
"Instead of preaching forty year,"
My neighbour Parson Thirdly said,
"I wish I had stuck to pipes and beer."
Again the guns disturbed the hour,
Roaring their readiness to avenge,
As far inland as Stourton Tower,
And Camelot, and starlit Stonehenge.
-- Thomas Hardy
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Date: 2005-01-12 02:18 am (UTC)I'd read that.
Completely unrelated, are there any recent BD series you'd recommend? I want to pick some up, but I have no idea where to start.
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Date: 2005-01-12 03:03 am (UTC)She does, indeed, draw the pretty. O:>
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