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THINGS! THINGS TO DO!! OH MY GOD!!
Because one of the Lizzes (giving_ground, I think [this is what comes of meeting Liz and Liz at the same time in the same situation, and never really having an opportunity to differentiate between you two, I will now be confused for the next YEAR AND A HALF. e_e; ]) wrote about to-do lists as motivation. THIS WEEKEND I WILL:
1. Go rot my brain. HAMLET!! FOUR HOURS OF HALMET! SEX AND DRUGS AND SWORDPLAY AND POISON!! Only thing that would make this better would be to have contact with Zara again. *sulk*
2. Eat dinner somewhere in there.
3. Write. WRITE LIKE A FIEND.
4. Sleep ... wherever you fall asleep. :D
5. Wake up, write some more.
6. Get dressed in hot clothes, go work in garden and yard.
7. Write moar. Try REALLY HARD not to write Hunters.
8. Read the ENTIRE SERIES of Journal of the Vampire Hunter: CLAWS OF DARKNESS (god, it sounds like a really bad 80s flick, or a porno with all the x-rated bits replaced with "claws" XD)
9. Mock things.
10. Find a suitable table on which to sew. Set up machine.
11. Write back to the nice people in Reading who want to hire me. o_o;
12. Oh right. APPLICATIONS ARE GOOD THINGS. e_e;
13. Call my father. Ugh. So don't want to. e_e
14. Call Courtney and tell her I'll come to my sister's bachelorette party (SHH! SEKRIT PARTEE! [I may say these things because my sister is internet-avoidant. :D I am clearly NOT. Even if she weren't, I would not tell her of my LJ XD])
15. Write fewer lists. XD Write more fiction.
16. Sleep. Pff. Who needs that?
17. Clean my house.
18. Do laundry. Probably a good idea. XD
19. Think of one more thing that needs to get done...
20. Oh. Right. WRITE EVEN MORE SHIT. Think of other ways your arm can end up in a sling. :D RESPONSIBILITY IT'S CALLED.
Now, before HAMLET!!! (SQUEE! X3), I shall leave you with a quote:
"Do we need a blue-headed goat?" he asked his clerk.
"I can see no pressing urgency about it, sir," said the clerk.
"But the need is obvious!" said the Poet. "They say you are writing equations that will one day remake the world. They say a new light is dawning. If there's to be light, then somebody will have to be blamed for the darkness that's past."
"Ah, thence the goat." Thon Taddeo glanced at the abbot. "A sickly jest. Is that the best he can do?"
"You'll notice he's unemployed. But let us talk of something sensib--"
"No, no, no, no!" Objected the Poet. "You mistake my meaning, Your Brilliance. The goat is to be enshrined and honored, not blamed! Crown him with the crown Saint Leibowitz sent you, and thank him for the light that's rising. Then blame Leibowitz, and drive him into the desert. That way you won't have to wear the second crown. The one with thorns. Responsibility, it's called."
A Canticle for Leibowitz
Oh, christ, I love this book. I love it like I wish it were a portion of my own soul. Fuck me sideways, Walter Miller, I would have adored you as the sun adores the moon, or something equally absurd yet fitting.
I started reading Commadore Hornblower today, out of desperation and a "oh. Hey. Check it out," feeling on my way to work. I love Forester, and I love Hornblower in a vastly similar way. Just as I love Fafhrd and Mouser. God. I'm so going to have to read the sequels to these things eventually.
Though, admittedly, possibly not Saint Leibowitz and the Wild Horse Woman, because I ... have a hard time forgetting about books that I don't think fit very well the same universe as the original in the series. I have a terrible time with series books, and I love only three sets out of countless I've attempted. >__>; So I kind of tend to write them off, especailly if I really REALLY love the first book.
Hornblower novels are different in that respect being that they're written ENTIRELY OUT OF ORDER. XD
Anyway. HAMLET~! X3
Because one of the Lizzes (giving_ground, I think [this is what comes of meeting Liz and Liz at the same time in the same situation, and never really having an opportunity to differentiate between you two, I will now be confused for the next YEAR AND A HALF. e_e; ]) wrote about to-do lists as motivation. THIS WEEKEND I WILL:
1. Go rot my brain. HAMLET!! FOUR HOURS OF HALMET! SEX AND DRUGS AND SWORDPLAY AND POISON!! Only thing that would make this better would be to have contact with Zara again. *sulk*
2. Eat dinner somewhere in there.
3. Write. WRITE LIKE A FIEND.
4. Sleep ... wherever you fall asleep. :D
5. Wake up, write some more.
6. Get dressed in hot clothes, go work in garden and yard.
7. Write moar. Try REALLY HARD not to write Hunters.
8. Read the ENTIRE SERIES of Journal of the Vampire Hunter: CLAWS OF DARKNESS (god, it sounds like a really bad 80s flick, or a porno with all the x-rated bits replaced with "claws" XD)
9. Mock things.
10. Find a suitable table on which to sew. Set up machine.
11. Write back to the nice people in Reading who want to hire me. o_o;
12. Oh right. APPLICATIONS ARE GOOD THINGS. e_e;
13. Call my father. Ugh. So don't want to. e_e
14. Call Courtney and tell her I'll come to my sister's bachelorette party (SHH! SEKRIT PARTEE! [I may say these things because my sister is internet-avoidant. :D I am clearly NOT. Even if she weren't, I would not tell her of my LJ XD])
15. Write fewer lists. XD Write more fiction.
16. Sleep. Pff. Who needs that?
17. Clean my house.
18. Do laundry. Probably a good idea. XD
19. Think of one more thing that needs to get done...
20. Oh. Right. WRITE EVEN MORE SHIT. Think of other ways your arm can end up in a sling. :D RESPONSIBILITY IT'S CALLED.
Now, before HAMLET!!! (SQUEE! X3), I shall leave you with a quote:
"Do we need a blue-headed goat?" he asked his clerk.
"I can see no pressing urgency about it, sir," said the clerk.
"But the need is obvious!" said the Poet. "They say you are writing equations that will one day remake the world. They say a new light is dawning. If there's to be light, then somebody will have to be blamed for the darkness that's past."
"Ah, thence the goat." Thon Taddeo glanced at the abbot. "A sickly jest. Is that the best he can do?"
"You'll notice he's unemployed. But let us talk of something sensib--"
"No, no, no, no!" Objected the Poet. "You mistake my meaning, Your Brilliance. The goat is to be enshrined and honored, not blamed! Crown him with the crown Saint Leibowitz sent you, and thank him for the light that's rising. Then blame Leibowitz, and drive him into the desert. That way you won't have to wear the second crown. The one with thorns. Responsibility, it's called."
A Canticle for Leibowitz
Oh, christ, I love this book. I love it like I wish it were a portion of my own soul. Fuck me sideways, Walter Miller, I would have adored you as the sun adores the moon, or something equally absurd yet fitting.
I started reading Commadore Hornblower today, out of desperation and a "oh. Hey. Check it out," feeling on my way to work. I love Forester, and I love Hornblower in a vastly similar way. Just as I love Fafhrd and Mouser. God. I'm so going to have to read the sequels to these things eventually.
Though, admittedly, possibly not Saint Leibowitz and the Wild Horse Woman, because I ... have a hard time forgetting about books that I don't think fit very well the same universe as the original in the series. I have a terrible time with series books, and I love only three sets out of countless I've attempted. >__>; So I kind of tend to write them off, especailly if I really REALLY love the first book.
Hornblower novels are different in that respect being that they're written ENTIRELY OUT OF ORDER. XD
Anyway. HAMLET~! X3