undead undead undead
(i heard bela lugosi's dead on my way home from the laundromat. :D ) happy halloween, o my flist, and a blessed samhain to them what celebrate. ^"^
also a slightly late happy birthday to
apiphile, writer of good books, diner at delicious-looking restaurants, and about to be (temporarily?) employed. i'd wish you birthday cake but i know you had birthday ice cream, which is just as good. i mean, ice cream. :D
dancing boys: *twist and shout*
there was a certain amount of candy floating around the office, also some mallowcreme pumpkins, and because the red sox had their world series victory parade today the lobby of my office building had sugar cookies decorated like baseballs. i took my tiny velvet pirate hat to work and got a couple compliments on it, and there were some kids in costume on the t home, including a little girl dressed like harley quinn in the black and red diamond-pattern animated batman outfit. she was so cute. and my little avatar on candy crush had a little witch's hat. fun!
in the late 60s there was a feminist group called w.i.t.c.h. that (among other things) hexed wall street. it sounds like they were serious about the protesting, but not so much the witchcraft.
those of you with chickens, the cdc says you can dress them in costumes if you want.
once upon a time there was a woman named denise mccluggage who really liked car racing, and for a while she was the fastest woman in america. (she was actually a journalist. but she loved to race.)
have a poem.
The moon will shine for God
knows how long.
As if it still matters. As if someone
is trying to recall a dream.
Believe the brain is a cage of light
& rage. When it shuts off,
something else switches on.
There’s no better reason than now
to lock the doors, the windows.
Turn off the sprinklers
& porch light. Save the books
for fire. In darkness,
we learn to read
what moves along the horizon,
across the periphery of a gun scope-
the flicker of shadows,
the rustling of trash in the body
of cities long emptied.
Not a soul lives
in this house &
this house & this
house. Go on, stiffen
the heart, quicken
the blood. To live
in a world of flesh
& teeth, you must
learn to kill
what you love,
& love what can die.
--Burlee Vang, "To Live in the Zombie Apocalypse"
nano starts at midnight. O.O i'm slightly more prepared than i was a couple days ago, by which i mean i've named some characters and i have a very vague idea what i'm doing. wish me luck.
also a slightly late happy birthday to
apiphile, writer of good books, diner at delicious-looking restaurants, and about to be (temporarily?) employed. i'd wish you birthday cake but i know you had birthday ice cream, which is just as good. i mean, ice cream. :D
dancing boys: *twist and shout*
there was a certain amount of candy floating around the office, also some mallowcreme pumpkins, and because the red sox had their world series victory parade today the lobby of my office building had sugar cookies decorated like baseballs. i took my tiny velvet pirate hat to work and got a couple compliments on it, and there were some kids in costume on the t home, including a little girl dressed like harley quinn in the black and red diamond-pattern animated batman outfit. she was so cute. and my little avatar on candy crush had a little witch's hat. fun!
in the late 60s there was a feminist group called w.i.t.c.h. that (among other things) hexed wall street. it sounds like they were serious about the protesting, but not so much the witchcraft.
those of you with chickens, the cdc says you can dress them in costumes if you want.
once upon a time there was a woman named denise mccluggage who really liked car racing, and for a while she was the fastest woman in america. (she was actually a journalist. but she loved to race.)
have a poem.
The moon will shine for God
knows how long.
As if it still matters. As if someone
is trying to recall a dream.
Believe the brain is a cage of light
& rage. When it shuts off,
something else switches on.
There’s no better reason than now
to lock the doors, the windows.
Turn off the sprinklers
& porch light. Save the books
for fire. In darkness,
we learn to read
what moves along the horizon,
across the periphery of a gun scope-
the flicker of shadows,
the rustling of trash in the body
of cities long emptied.
Not a soul lives
in this house &
this house & this
house. Go on, stiffen
the heart, quicken
the blood. To live
in a world of flesh
& teeth, you must
learn to kill
what you love,
& love what can die.
--Burlee Vang, "To Live in the Zombie Apocalypse"
nano starts at midnight. O.O i'm slightly more prepared than i was a couple days ago, by which i mean i've named some characters and i have a very vague idea what i'm doing. wish me luck.