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100 Works of Art (Visual) Garden of Earthly Delights, Hieronymous Bosch
YESTERDAY I DID THINGS THAT WEREN'T BEING IN MY HOUSE.
1. Went to a city farm. In Vauxhall! Near the RVT! It was a sad little affair but somehow uplifting for it. I played "name that plant" with myself, was derogatory to a turkey, and met some PIGS. The pigs were kunekune pigs called Jenny and Edward. As the place was pretty much entirely deserted the staff were quite happy to do things like run over and call the pigs to be scratched, and show us that Edward sits on command. I scratched Jenny until my hand went black from pig dandruff, had an argument with a goat that involved it headbutting my hand until we agreed that it was okay for me to pat it on the nose, and I had my fingers kissed my a lamb that presumably thought I was a salt lick. I did not go anywhere bloody near the Shetland ponies because I am not ready to lose that much blood.
2. THEN I WENT TO THE APPLE STORE AND BOOKED AN APPOINTMENT FOR SUNDAY SO THAT I CAN COMPLAIN AT THEM ABOUT MY IPOD NOT WORKING AND SAY "IT IS THE CONNECTIONS TO THE HEADPHONE JACK. I AM NOT STUPID. I KNOW WHAT THE PROBLEM IS. CAN YOU FIX IT OR DO I HAVE TO REPLACE IT *AGAIN*"
3. And then I went to see Prometheus which, as I believe I have already explained, is a horror movie in space with some decent performances and a slightly wonky script, I would have watched David being David for two hours; then again I would also have happily stared at Idris Elba's face for two hours as well.
4. HOLLY AND CEE BOTH SHOWED ME THIS: http://princecharlescinema.com/request.php
YOU CAN REQUEST LAWRENCE OF ARABIA. AND BY "CAN" I THINK I MEAN "WILL". I'M REACHING LOGAN'S RUN AGE THIS YEAR. I'D LIKE TO SEE THIS FUCKING FILM IN A CINEMA. PLEASE.
Social appointments
I'M GOING TO SEE HENRY V AT THE GLOBE AT 2PM ON THE 14TH BECAUSE FUCK YOU
JUSTEN'S PLAY OPENS ON THE 18TH HOORAY MORE THEATRE
SOMETHING IS HAPPENING IN THE GENERAL VICNITY OF THE 20TH INVOLVING lanyon
ON I THINK THE 27TH I AM GETTING ON A PLANE.
THEN THINGS HAPPEN A LOT
THEN ON THE 19TH OF JULY OR SOMETHING I GET BACK?
I think Amanda is here in August. AMANDA DO YOU WANT TO SEE RICHARD III AT THE GLOBE? I have an agenda here and it is "lots of Shakespeare".
SEPTEMBER: MORE SHAKESPEARE, WITH DOUG.
Editing: I am now up to John's interrogation, Hajar et al have just found the boat. More than half-way finished, which is a relief at least.
Writing: In an unusual move I have abandoned a fanfic to work on original fiction. I am still vomiting out large chunks of meta about Loki to anyone foolish enough to get close enough. fahye will attest to this.
WIP:
“O,” said Artemisia, who was not stupid either, “then you think us both alike? You think us indistinguishable?”
“In beauty,” I said, trying my hardest to remain above the stormy waters of the conversation.
“O no,” Lucrecia said, just as cunning, “in beauty as in all things there is hierarchy. There is age, there is virtue, there is beauty, there is wealth, there is the mind of man, there is loyalty, there is prowess in battle, there is craftsmanship, there is piety before god, and all have hierarchy, Signor Calvisia.”
“Why,” Artemisia cried with a sly smile, “you said yourself only two days ago that you were the greatest swordsman in Rome, and how could such a thing be possible were there not hierarchy of such things?”
“Ah, but beauty is not akin to sword-fighting, for how is one to know if another is beaten?” I asked, falling directly into some obscure trap laid for me by these wretches.
“And how is one to know indeed?” Lucrecia asked, “But all things have their place, Signor Calvisia, and all things should know their place.”
“Would that they did so,” Artemisia muttered.
“Shut up,” Lucrecia said, incensed. “Shut your ugly mouth.”
100 Works of Art (Visual) Garden of Earthly Delights, Hieronymous Bosch
YESTERDAY I DID THINGS THAT WEREN'T BEING IN MY HOUSE.
1. Went to a city farm. In Vauxhall! Near the RVT! It was a sad little affair but somehow uplifting for it. I played "name that plant" with myself, was derogatory to a turkey, and met some PIGS. The pigs were kunekune pigs called Jenny and Edward. As the place was pretty much entirely deserted the staff were quite happy to do things like run over and call the pigs to be scratched, and show us that Edward sits on command. I scratched Jenny until my hand went black from pig dandruff, had an argument with a goat that involved it headbutting my hand until we agreed that it was okay for me to pat it on the nose, and I had my fingers kissed my a lamb that presumably thought I was a salt lick. I did not go anywhere bloody near the Shetland ponies because I am not ready to lose that much blood.
2. THEN I WENT TO THE APPLE STORE AND BOOKED AN APPOINTMENT FOR SUNDAY SO THAT I CAN COMPLAIN AT THEM ABOUT MY IPOD NOT WORKING AND SAY "IT IS THE CONNECTIONS TO THE HEADPHONE JACK. I AM NOT STUPID. I KNOW WHAT THE PROBLEM IS. CAN YOU FIX IT OR DO I HAVE TO REPLACE IT *AGAIN*"
3. And then I went to see Prometheus which, as I believe I have already explained, is a horror movie in space with some decent performances and a slightly wonky script, I would have watched David being David for two hours; then again I would also have happily stared at Idris Elba's face for two hours as well.
4. HOLLY AND CEE BOTH SHOWED ME THIS: http://princecharlescinema.com/request.php
YOU CAN REQUEST LAWRENCE OF ARABIA. AND BY "CAN" I THINK I MEAN "WILL". I'M REACHING LOGAN'S RUN AGE THIS YEAR. I'D LIKE TO SEE THIS FUCKING FILM IN A CINEMA. PLEASE.
Social appointments
I'M GOING TO SEE HENRY V AT THE GLOBE AT 2PM ON THE 14TH BECAUSE FUCK YOU
JUSTEN'S PLAY OPENS ON THE 18TH HOORAY MORE THEATRE
SOMETHING IS HAPPENING IN THE GENERAL VICNITY OF THE 20TH INVOLVING lanyon
ON I THINK THE 27TH I AM GETTING ON A PLANE.
THEN THINGS HAPPEN A LOT
THEN ON THE 19TH OF JULY OR SOMETHING I GET BACK?
I think Amanda is here in August. AMANDA DO YOU WANT TO SEE RICHARD III AT THE GLOBE? I have an agenda here and it is "lots of Shakespeare".
SEPTEMBER: MORE SHAKESPEARE, WITH DOUG.
Editing: I am now up to John's interrogation, Hajar et al have just found the boat. More than half-way finished, which is a relief at least.
Writing: In an unusual move I have abandoned a fanfic to work on original fiction. I am still vomiting out large chunks of meta about Loki to anyone foolish enough to get close enough. fahye will attest to this.
WIP:
“O,” said Artemisia, who was not stupid either, “then you think us both alike? You think us indistinguishable?”
“In beauty,” I said, trying my hardest to remain above the stormy waters of the conversation.
“O no,” Lucrecia said, just as cunning, “in beauty as in all things there is hierarchy. There is age, there is virtue, there is beauty, there is wealth, there is the mind of man, there is loyalty, there is prowess in battle, there is craftsmanship, there is piety before god, and all have hierarchy, Signor Calvisia.”
“Why,” Artemisia cried with a sly smile, “you said yourself only two days ago that you were the greatest swordsman in Rome, and how could such a thing be possible were there not hierarchy of such things?”
“Ah, but beauty is not akin to sword-fighting, for how is one to know if another is beaten?” I asked, falling directly into some obscure trap laid for me by these wretches.
“And how is one to know indeed?” Lucrecia asked, “But all things have their place, Signor Calvisia, and all things should know their place.”
“Would that they did so,” Artemisia muttered.
“Shut up,” Lucrecia said, incensed. “Shut your ugly mouth.”