variegated sky
Jan. 14th, 2007 02:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
incandescenshttp://missedmanners.wordpress.com/2007/01/12/what-i-did-over-christmas-vacation/ -- certainly more dramatic than anything I did over Christmas.
The weather today didn't quite get into fullscale rain (or at least not while I was outside) but it did think about it and patter on me a few times. The sky was a lovely whorl of mixed greys and blacks, the sort of thing that would make splendid colours for yarn.
I've really come to like variegated (or whatever the proper term for them is) yarns. Not that straight colours aren't also wonderful, but the mingled-colour sort can be so gorgeous. Or perhaps I've just been lucky in my encounters.
I'm waiting for the cold weather to hit.
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The Witches' Wood
There was a wood, a witches' wood,
All the trees therein were pale.
They bore no branches green and good,
But as it were a gray nun's veil.
They talked and chattered in the wind
From morning dawn to set of sun,
Like men and women that have sinned,
Whose thousand evil tongues are one.
Their roots were like the hands of men,
Grown hard and brown with clutching gold.
Their foliage women's tresses when
The hair is withered, thin, and old.
There never did a sweet bird sing
For happy love about his nest.
The clustered bats in evil wing
Each hollow trunk and bough possessed.
And in the midst a pool there lay
Of water white, as tho' a scare
Had frightened off the eye of day
And kept the Moon reflected there.
-- Mary E. Coleridge
The weather today didn't quite get into fullscale rain (or at least not while I was outside) but it did think about it and patter on me a few times. The sky was a lovely whorl of mixed greys and blacks, the sort of thing that would make splendid colours for yarn.
I've really come to like variegated (or whatever the proper term for them is) yarns. Not that straight colours aren't also wonderful, but the mingled-colour sort can be so gorgeous. Or perhaps I've just been lucky in my encounters.
I'm waiting for the cold weather to hit.
---
The Witches' Wood
There was a wood, a witches' wood,
All the trees therein were pale.
They bore no branches green and good,
But as it were a gray nun's veil.
They talked and chattered in the wind
From morning dawn to set of sun,
Like men and women that have sinned,
Whose thousand evil tongues are one.
Their roots were like the hands of men,
Grown hard and brown with clutching gold.
Their foliage women's tresses when
The hair is withered, thin, and old.
There never did a sweet bird sing
For happy love about his nest.
The clustered bats in evil wing
Each hollow trunk and bough possessed.
And in the midst a pool there lay
Of water white, as tho' a scare
Had frightened off the eye of day
And kept the Moon reflected there.
-- Mary E. Coleridge
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Date: 2007-01-14 02:50 am (UTC)The sky was a lovely whorl of mixed greys and blacks, the sort of thing that would make splendid colours for yarn.
I look forward to when this sort of thing starts cropping up in your professional writing and a bunch of male-type gamers are left going 'Say *what*?' (Even not-a-knitter I knows exactly what you mean. 'It's a chick thing, don't sweat it.')
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Date: 2007-01-14 02:59 am (UTC)If you are a yaoista, you model it in gummi bears, and weep for the shed sugar.
And in an ideal world, that sort of thing will crop up in my writing, and male-type gamers will go out and start knitting, because the very concept will strike them as cool.
(I daydream a lot.)
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Date: 2007-01-14 03:10 am (UTC)(Dream on. It's a pleasing fantasy.)
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Date: 2007-01-14 03:13 am (UTC)(Bite their little heads off.)
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Date: 2007-01-14 03:22 am (UTC)(Nibble on their tiny feet.)
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Date: 2007-01-14 03:37 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-01-14 08:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-14 11:14 pm (UTC)Hey, that Helm's Deep scene didn't have a single Peep in it!
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Date: 2007-01-15 04:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-14 10:35 pm (UTC)Short of recreating the sinking of Numenor. Hmm . . .
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Date: 2007-01-15 04:11 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-01-14 07:12 pm (UTC)My daughter paints sugar flowers with edible colours; I think it would be a really bad idea to go excavating for the moulds in my son's bedroom.
Down bad bunny, they're probably too contaminated anyway.
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Date: 2007-01-14 10:35 pm (UTC)The Site That Keeps on Giving
Date: 2007-01-15 04:54 pm (UTC)The Nerds, unavoidable if it's LotR:
--I don’t think there were catapults at the Battle of Helm’s Deep. You’re confusing this with the Battle of the Pellenor Fields.
--...this was only accurate to the movies and not the true, written versions (there were NO elven armies at the battle of helm’s deep, only men, gimli, legolas, and gandalf and the ents at the end)...
--...number one, in the scene where Theoden and Aragorn charge into the swarm of Orcs, they everyone has swords, not spears. Number Two, the Keep is brown and grey stone
--any fool that charged as Gandalf did would be dead. Charging horses vs pikes means dead horses, that is what pikes are for. But you are not at fault for the movies flaws. But please read the book some time.
and the Dorks, unavoidable if a guy is talking about something *he* did:
--You did say “my girlfriend”? Are sure she is not just in your head?
--You are a loser and so is everyone who thinks this is cool. What a giant waste of time.
--this sucks. I was really disappointed. life. you need a life. but i gotta give you effort for trying
seguing into the Terminally Humourless, who need to succumb to advanced constipation:
--I am bemused, nevertheless I acknowledge the skill and innocent-fun attitude of the endeavour and the humour of the post. I look forward to the time when (1) nobody eats candy and dentists are far less busy and (2) when Western Capitalism & Democracy prevails so that, consequently, nobody is hungry and everyone can waste food and not feel guilty. Or was the glue edible too?
--You had a cute idea. Unfortuantely, in all honesty, this thing is hideous–it is like something a ten year old would do as a school project.... If you google “gingerbread house” you will come up with a TON of ideas about how to improve your technique. I look forward to seeing more.
--it’s quite the accomplishment to be sure, but…why? at least when i make something, it’s got some functional use, or artistic merit (read monetary value). what inspires someone to make something of this scale? isn’t a gingerbread house enough? our gingerbread house (which there are no photos of, thanks alot kodak) featured a tank busting through the front door and swat members storming the house from every angle.
Good times, good times.
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Date: 2007-01-15 05:37 pm (UTC)Re: The Site That Keeps on Giving
Date: 2007-01-15 09:57 pm (UTC)Perhaps we ought to next demand the Fall of Isengard, depicted in molten chocolate and candied orange peel Ents.
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