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Just saw an animated icon over at 
romanceguru's journal which shows Bridget Jones and Colin Firth kissing and a caption that says "Nice Boys Don't Kiss Like That". Ha. My sentiments exactly. Anyway, made me laugh. Actually, just check out her userpics in general-they're amazing, some fabulous Armitage, Firth, Darcy, Anne, and Firefly ones and then there's another Firth from Jones which says Real Men Wear Reindeer Sweaters. :D I think I must friend this person. Also, here's a question-how do you take animated icons? When I've tried it just doesn't work.
Bright Star
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.
-John Keats
romanceguru's journal which shows Bridget Jones and Colin Firth kissing and a caption that says "Nice Boys Don't Kiss Like That". Ha. My sentiments exactly. Anyway, made me laugh. Actually, just check out her userpics in general-they're amazing, some fabulous Armitage, Firth, Darcy, Anne, and Firefly ones and then there's another Firth from Jones which says Real Men Wear Reindeer Sweaters. :D I think I must friend this person. Also, here's a question-how do you take animated icons? When I've tried it just doesn't work.
Bright Star
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.
-John Keats