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smokingboot) wrote2007-01-03 11:20 pm
smokingboot) wrote2007-01-03 11:20 pm
Nonsense from the half dead
And now... *drum roll*
The truth!
Big stuff on my mind. Should spill it, make it less real. So then, a small smokingboot realisation, a little truth.
Ah but first...
I have had a lovely new year in the beauteous domain ofsquintywitch with such chums as bad_moon_rising and happybat and other excellent company.
strange weather though, on the way up and back. On the way up, flocks of small birds low over the motorway, swarming this way and that as though the wind was a ball rolling above them, forcing them down close to the windscreens of cars. On the way back, a pale full moon shining with ghostful gleam and clouds changing their resolve, from rain to sleet even as I watched. Clouds. Can't trust them 'Moon in sickle, clouds be fickle,' that's an old west country saying that doesn't exist and wouldn't have any relevance in this instance if it did. I am tempted to start another lj account dedicated to exactly that kind of information. I may call it 'Custards and Custodians; Tales of the Bleeding North' but lj account names have to be so damnably short. This is why The Psychopath Quarterly never made its way into ljlife.
Another thing; what has the earth done to make so many enemies? Battlestar Gallactica season 2 is perhaps less paced than season 1, but oh god the ending!
And then there was a book, kindly lent bysquintywitch, called 'World War Z' by Max Brooks. Its title is the nearest thing to tack about it. It's a book about zombies - yes, I know - but it really is excellent. Scared me a bit, and unless I am facing my gp with a hypo in his quivering mitts, I am not easily frightened. It is also very sad.
In terms of miserable fantasy/scifi worlds, Battlestar Gallactica I could bear and would fight to survive in, World War Z would have me taking the pharmaceutical route to Heaven/Hell/wherever nice pagans go, very quickly. Fascinating. There is one small point where the sense of verisimilitude is a bit wobbly, in a tiny moment's recounting of an Englishman's experiences; the man uses the word 'flipping.' I mean, who uses that? If you're English, your swear-word of definition is always 'bloody.' It's a law.
But that is not important. Here comes THE TRUTH!
The truth is...
Gaah, bollox to it. Nice night out, couldn't properly enjoy it, still ill, feeling faint and lightheaded right now (quite enjoying it actually) getting a chest x-ray tomorrow, not a good time to be deep or analyse anything. The truth can flipping wait.
The truth!
Big stuff on my mind. Should spill it, make it less real. So then, a small smokingboot realisation, a little truth.
Ah but first...
I have had a lovely new year in the beauteous domain of
squintywitch with such chums as bad_moon_rising and happybat and other excellent company.strange weather though, on the way up and back. On the way up, flocks of small birds low over the motorway, swarming this way and that as though the wind was a ball rolling above them, forcing them down close to the windscreens of cars. On the way back, a pale full moon shining with ghostful gleam and clouds changing their resolve, from rain to sleet even as I watched. Clouds. Can't trust them 'Moon in sickle, clouds be fickle,' that's an old west country saying that doesn't exist and wouldn't have any relevance in this instance if it did. I am tempted to start another lj account dedicated to exactly that kind of information. I may call it 'Custards and Custodians; Tales of the Bleeding North' but lj account names have to be so damnably short. This is why The Psychopath Quarterly never made its way into ljlife.
Another thing; what has the earth done to make so many enemies? Battlestar Gallactica season 2 is perhaps less paced than season 1, but oh god the ending!
And then there was a book, kindly lent by
squintywitch, called 'World War Z' by Max Brooks. Its title is the nearest thing to tack about it. It's a book about zombies - yes, I know - but it really is excellent. Scared me a bit, and unless I am facing my gp with a hypo in his quivering mitts, I am not easily frightened. It is also very sad. In terms of miserable fantasy/scifi worlds, Battlestar Gallactica I could bear and would fight to survive in, World War Z would have me taking the pharmaceutical route to Heaven/Hell/wherever nice pagans go, very quickly. Fascinating. There is one small point where the sense of verisimilitude is a bit wobbly, in a tiny moment's recounting of an Englishman's experiences; the man uses the word 'flipping.' I mean, who uses that? If you're English, your swear-word of definition is always 'bloody.' It's a law.
But that is not important. Here comes THE TRUTH!
The truth is...
Gaah, bollox to it. Nice night out, couldn't properly enjoy it, still ill, feeling faint and lightheaded right now (quite enjoying it actually) getting a chest x-ray tomorrow, not a good time to be deep or analyse anything. The truth can flipping wait.