Lily and Jim
Feb. 15th, 2007 08:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaposted to chocolate chocobo journal on Feb 15, 2007. Sorry about the lack of updates. I'm a lazy bastard, you know. But you people have to watch it! ADMIT IT, YOU AREN'T GOING TO READ THIS. AND I CAN TALK ABOUT LILY ALL I WANT, AND ALSO TYPE IT WRONG AND ADD AN EXTRANEOUS L... oh, forget it. It didn't cause a toxique blaze of pathetique and moy estupido THERE and it's sure as hell not going to cause one HERE.
Watch this video about blind dating! Remember Bobby Neurotic? See that banana up there? Same guy.
Why isn't it embedded in the entry? Because I can't find it on YouTube. All I get are something involving Harry Potter characters.
Colleen had a dream a while ago in which she was in a purple maze, being chased by a knife-wielding Ronald Reagan who walked sort of like Jason Voorhes. Wow. Just wow. I don't remember last night's dream. There was a lot of wind last night, so I didn't get much sleep.
Anyway, if you're wondering where Love Belongs To Desire, And Desire Is Always Cruel went to, it's here, stuffed into a spoiler tag because you aren't going to read it anyway, admit it. That's one reason it's stuffed here. Another is that I wrote "stargazer liies," which may prevent certain Things from happening, but it looks bad, and said Things probably aren't going to happen anyway. Editing would break the mood, and who would notice anyway, neh?
side A: dreaming at rain
The Valentine's Day tradition of weird dreams continued this year. There was snow, rain, sleet, and other fun stuff today, and promise of that brought dreams. I don't remember what I ate, but I did listen to Lush and Feathermerchants and Monc.
I just sort of wrote down things that came to mind when I woke up. And here it is.
It was like the Feywood in Final Fantasy XII, as it was in the awakening world. I was looking for something in the geometric center of the forest. I can not find it. There are many paths winding through. Most parts are misty and cold and white. Some are aestival or vernal, with greenery and flowers and softly phosphorescent and turgid mushrooms, and skies of azure or cerulean or turquoise or ultramarine. Some places I go seem to be outside of the forest, with nebula in the skies. A place at the far north has closeup images of protists in the bruise-colored sky. I go back to the ice lake. There's an armored toad floating in a bubble shaped like a larger version of itself, among red and white snowflowers. My companion wants to free it and punctures it with a two-tined spear and the amniotic fluids leak out. Then I wake up.
side B: transience blues
a collection of individual musings that may or may not have anything to do with Valentine's Day.
You know that stargazer lilies are toxic to cats? How do people find this out, anyway? I can understand how Ug the Caveman discovered that those purple berries are poisonous, and even how things are poisonous to dogs, since dogs will eat anything, no matter how sick it makes them. And if they're like my dog, they continue to eat things that make them sick afterwards. But cats? Amara thinks that someone's cat died and he was like "WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU, FLUFFY?!" and he called the vet and he was like "YOUR CAT ATE STARGAZER LILIES!"
I thought Stargazer would make a good ethereal folksy shoegazing band name before I discovered their anti-cat properties.
Someone on Barbelith said this:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Cat Exact: The Polythene Heart
Apparently a church in Dublin is host to St. Valentine's actual heart (although another in Europe also lays claim to this). Might go see it on the weekend. I'm sure the relic itself will be decayed, atrophied and gradually rotting.... just
like
my
capacity
for
love.
Bah VAlentine's SheepLe etc!!!!
This made my day. I laughed so hard that I cried. One person asked if I was all right and another started laughing too. It's one of those things you appreciate when you have the fact that you're single rubbed in your face.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Neil Gaiman
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
Laurie says that everyone who's single wishes they were with someone and everyone who is with someone wishes they were single. And brought up elementary school, when everyone gets a paper box and everyone fills it with cheesy valentines with pictures of trains saying "I choo-choo-choose you!" I think Blue brought that up somewhere. Maybe. Not sure. But I think she did.
Speaking of choo-choo-choosing you, guess what episode of the Simpsons is on right now. For Lucky Best Wash, Use Mr. Sparkle! How strange, yet, how expected.
Watch this video about blind dating! Remember Bobby Neurotic? See that banana up there? Same guy.
Why isn't it embedded in the entry? Because I can't find it on YouTube. All I get are something involving Harry Potter characters.
Colleen had a dream a while ago in which she was in a purple maze, being chased by a knife-wielding Ronald Reagan who walked sort of like Jason Voorhes. Wow. Just wow. I don't remember last night's dream. There was a lot of wind last night, so I didn't get much sleep.
Anyway, if you're wondering where Love Belongs To Desire, And Desire Is Always Cruel went to, it's here, stuffed into a spoiler tag because you aren't going to read it anyway, admit it. That's one reason it's stuffed here. Another is that I wrote "stargazer liies," which may prevent certain Things from happening, but it looks bad, and said Things probably aren't going to happen anyway. Editing would break the mood, and who would notice anyway, neh?
side A: dreaming at rain
The Valentine's Day tradition of weird dreams continued this year. There was snow, rain, sleet, and other fun stuff today, and promise of that brought dreams. I don't remember what I ate, but I did listen to Lush and Feathermerchants and Monc.
I just sort of wrote down things that came to mind when I woke up. And here it is.
It was like the Feywood in Final Fantasy XII, as it was in the awakening world. I was looking for something in the geometric center of the forest. I can not find it. There are many paths winding through. Most parts are misty and cold and white. Some are aestival or vernal, with greenery and flowers and softly phosphorescent and turgid mushrooms, and skies of azure or cerulean or turquoise or ultramarine. Some places I go seem to be outside of the forest, with nebula in the skies. A place at the far north has closeup images of protists in the bruise-colored sky. I go back to the ice lake. There's an armored toad floating in a bubble shaped like a larger version of itself, among red and white snowflowers. My companion wants to free it and punctures it with a two-tined spear and the amniotic fluids leak out. Then I wake up.
side B: transience blues
a collection of individual musings that may or may not have anything to do with Valentine's Day.
You know that stargazer lilies are toxic to cats? How do people find this out, anyway? I can understand how Ug the Caveman discovered that those purple berries are poisonous, and even how things are poisonous to dogs, since dogs will eat anything, no matter how sick it makes them. And if they're like my dog, they continue to eat things that make them sick afterwards. But cats? Amara thinks that someone's cat died and he was like "WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU, FLUFFY?!" and he called the vet and he was like "YOUR CAT ATE STARGAZER LILIES!"
I thought Stargazer would make a good ethereal folksy shoegazing band name before I discovered their anti-cat properties.
Someone on Barbelith said this:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Cat Exact: The Polythene Heart
Apparently a church in Dublin is host to St. Valentine's actual heart (although another in Europe also lays claim to this). Might go see it on the weekend. I'm sure the relic itself will be decayed, atrophied and gradually rotting.... just
like
my
capacity
for
love.
Bah VAlentine's SheepLe etc!!!!
This made my day. I laughed so hard that I cried. One person asked if I was all right and another started laughing too. It's one of those things you appreciate when you have the fact that you're single rubbed in your face.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Neil Gaiman
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
Laurie says that everyone who's single wishes they were with someone and everyone who is with someone wishes they were single. And brought up elementary school, when everyone gets a paper box and everyone fills it with cheesy valentines with pictures of trains saying "I choo-choo-choose you!" I think Blue brought that up somewhere. Maybe. Not sure. But I think she did.
Speaking of choo-choo-choosing you, guess what episode of the Simpsons is on right now. For Lucky Best Wash, Use Mr. Sparkle! How strange, yet, how expected.
