rants and ramblings of utter randomness

Meme gacked from moony:

Leave the name of a character/person from a fandom you know I'm in, and I will tell you:

* How I FEEEEEL about this character.

* All the people I ship romantically with this character.

* My non-romantic OTP for this character.

* My unpopular opinion about this character.

* One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon.


Pleeeeeze do this meme. I need to feel like I'm part of fandom again. :D

Day 10: A song that reminds you of your father.

Well, since I was fortunate enough to have two, I get to post two songs.


My dad and I were both John Denver fans, and we especially liked this one. Somewhere I have a picture of twelve-year-old me standing next to a Toledo scale.





This was my stepdad's favourite song in the world, and for good reason, because it's gorgeous. It was sung at his memorial service, and I always think of him when I hear it. This is Nat Cole's version of Hoagy Carmichael's classic:



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Day 8: One band/singer whose popularity you will never understand.

Anne Murray. She has a pleasant enough voice, but no real personality and her songs are boring. Do not get.

This one's really pretty, though. Even if the Loggins and Messina version is light-years better.




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Day 2: A song that makes you cry:





I have actually been reduced to sobbing with past listens, which is why I try to avoid hearing it in public as much as possible. Also, the song came out when mr_t00by was fifteen, which adds to the oversentimentalization factor. I do love it, despite the inconvenience.

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A meme before bed. Gacked from littlealex:

last cigarette: when did they stop making cloves? Then.

last alcoholic drink: half-glass of wine before bed last night.

last car ride: if you mean one where I wasn't driving, last week to take mr_t00by to the ferry. He drove down, I drove the car home.

last kiss: is a terrible song, even the pearl jam version.

last good cry: don't remember, actually.

last book bought: The Essential Rumi, which I can't wait to sink into.

last book read: Brown Girl in the Ring. It was good, but not as wonderful as I'd been expecting. Still worth reading, though.

last movie seen: Shakespeare in Love DVD, with my housemate.

last beverage drank: wow, I don't think I've drunk anything since my coffee this afternoon--couple of sips of water, maybe. This is bad. Definitely drinking a bunch of water before bed.

last food consumed: poppyseed muffin, about a minute ago.

last crush: it's always, ever been Alfred.

last tv show watched: the rest of yesterday's Rachel Maddow Show, this morning.

last shoes worn: my sneakers, which seem to be the only shoes I can wear anymore that don't give my back screaming, stabbing pains.

last song played: whatever was on classicvinyl on Sirius when I got out of the car. I honestly forget.

last thing bought: fat-free coffee frozen yogurt from Three Sisters that I didn't like and didn't eat much of.

last download: re-dl of H₂0, for future viewing because I can't find my DVD.

last soda drank: diet dr. pepper, at my mom's house.

last thing written: Where the Women are Strong, the Men are Good-looking, and the Mounties are Above Average, for the ds_flashfiction badfic challenge.

last words spoken: something about why my housemate is still up.

last ice cream eaten: see above for not-so-good frozen yogurt.

last webpage visited: not counting the ones I linked in this post, hmm. does facebook count?

From aphephobia

[when you see this, post a poem in your journal.] Backtrack and look at the other poems, too.


The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

—Emma Lazarus, 1883

30 day meme, days 6 and 7:


Apparently I'm all about combining days.

Day 6 - Whatever tickles your fancy

Okay, here's a ( poem... )

...and a song:



(Download here)


...and a ( pretty picture. )

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Day 04 → Your favorite book

Just like my favourite song is an album, my favourite book is a series. Here's an excerpt from The Waste Lands, which, if I absolutely had to pick, would be my favourite book of the series (no major spoilers so it's safe):

He was the largest creature in the forest which had once been known as the Great West Woods, and he was the oldest. Many of the huge old elms which Roland had noticed in the valley below had been little more than twigs sprouting from the ground when the bear came out of the dim unknown reaches of Out-World like a brutal, wandering king.

Once, the Old People had lived in the West Woods (it was their leavings which Roland had found from time to time during the last weeks), and they had gone in fear of the colossal, undying bear. They had tried to kill him when they first discovered they were not alone in the new territory to which they had come, but although their arrows enraged him, they did no serious damage. And he was not conused about the source of his torment, as were the other beasts of the forest--even the predatory bushcats which denned and littered in the sandhills to the west. No, he knew where the arrows came from, this bear. Knew. And for every arrow which found its mark in the flesh below his shaggy pelt, he took three, four, perhaps as many as half a dozen of the Old People. Children if he could get them; women if he could not. Their warriors he disdained, and this was the final humiliation.

Eventually, as his real nature became clear to them, their efforts to kill him ceased. He was, of course, a demon incarnate--or the shadow of a god. They called him Mir, which to these people meant "the world beneath the world". He stood seventy feet high, and after eighteen or more centuries of undisputed rule in the West Woods, he was dying. Perhaps the instrument of his death had at first been a microscopic organism in something he had eaten or drunk; perhaps it was old age; more likely a combination of both. The cause didn't matter; the ultimate insult--a rapidly multiplying colony of parasites foraging within his fabulous brain--did. After years of calculating, brutal sanity, Mir had run mad.

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Day 02 → Your favorite movie

Well, that would be Velvet Goldmine:

( I'm glad I've got you on my viewscreen, sailor )

There are movies I love almost, almost as much, but nothing quite tops this one. It's got everything--glam rock, plenty of Oscar Wilde references, JRM in a dress, Ewan in eyeliner and glitter and nothing else, a kickass soundtrack, and Eddy Izzard. And that's just the highlights. I've loved this movie forever, and I rec it to the four winds. It's literally awesome.

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From mijan:

If I were a month, I'd be October.
If I were a day of the week, I'd be Wednesday, because I don't have to work on Wednesdays.
If I were a time of day, I'd be dusk, because it's dreamy and I'm a giant dreamer.
If I were a planet, I'd be Pluto (shut UP, it's a PLANET, okay?), because we both tend to be outside looking in.
If I were a sea animal, I'd be a dolphin.
If I were a direction, I'd be equal parts west and east, because I'm water and air in pretty equal proportions.
If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be a comfy couch.
If I were a liquid, I'd be mercury, without question.
If I were a tree, I'd be Acer saccharum, because they've been following me in one way or another since I was born and I figure I must have been one in a past life.
If I were a flower, I'd be a primrose, duh. Specifically Oenothera biennis, a.k.a. Evening Primrose. And I just found out that fireweed is a member of the same family, which makes me no end of happy. :)
If I were a kind of weather, I'd be a whirlwind.
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be a human voice.
If I were a color, I'd be emerald green.
If I were an emotion, I'd be empathy.
If I were a fruit, I'd be an apple. Because I like apples.
If I were a sound, I'd be a Cape Breton fiddle tune.
If I were an element, I'd be hydrogen.
If I were a car, I'd be a 1966 VW bus.
If I were a food, I'd be a potato.
If I were a place, I'd be Boston.
If I were a taste, I'd be salty.
If I were a scent, I'd be a freshly tilled garden.
If I were an object, I'd be a passport.
If I were a body part, I'd be a heart.
If I were a facial expression, I’d be a watery smile.
If I were a song, I'd be this one (which is also the Song of the Day!):