Print is Dead

Ignore this, everyone. It just occurred to me that I've never specifically mentioned that my journal is


Friends Only.

Comments are welcome. But this is most likely the last public entry to be made in this LJ. And, if I had my druthers, it'd be the only public entry, too.

The iPod Touch continues to amaze me as a pocket computer. Considering that I'm making this post from a native app on the device and all.

And now, House.

Posted via LiveJournal.app.

I can't wait for this Friday. The Firefly movie, Serenity, opens, and I've decided I'm going to foresake KMFDM to go check this out. It was a fantastic series, and I'm amazed at the community that's risen out of a single season of television. Both amongst the fans and the show's makers and cast.

For evidence of how awesome this show is, I present the following:

( Here's Nathan Fillon, who played Captain Malcolm Reynolds on the show, at GenCon last year. Apparently he decided to swing by out of the blue and join some guy's Firefly adaptation for GURPS. In this photo, Nathan (who'd never roleplayed before) is showing off his dicerolling skills while he assists by playing an NPC of the character River from the show. )

Argh. Somehow, I managed to screw up the network settings on Solaris, so that it connects to the wireless network, sends information, but receives 0. Can't use the web, in other words.

Aaaaaand connecting to my desktop through a direct Ethernet cable connection is, apparently, harder than it seems. Shit. Going to have to hold off on transferring my music and movies, then. Damn.

Now, back to work.


Random lyrics of the day:

i'm back at my cliff
still throwing things off
i listen to the sounds they make
on their way down
i follow with my eyes 'til they crash
imagine what my body would sound like
slamming against those rocks

and when it lands
will my eyes
be closed or open?

i'll go through all this
before you wake up
so i can feel happier
to be safe up here with you

Ahoyhoy. Test entry -- coupla people please respond anonymously to this, so that I can see if it works. Coo.

"The king's warriors amassed themselves, entered the city.
The arrow whirred, the dagger was drawn.
You set up the weapons of the protectors of Anu and Dagan.
You let their blood flow over like rain water into the market place.
You opened their "veins" and let the flood [blood] flow out.
The Lord, the Prince Marduk saw it and said "Woe!" He took it to heart.
An insoluble curse was on his lips.
He made an oath: he will not drink the water of the river.
He sees their blood: he enters not into Esagil.

Woe Babylon! which like a date palm I have made to carry abundant yield: the wind withered it.
Woe Babylon! which like a fir cone ... have made to be filled with ... pollen and the fullness of which I did not enjoy.
Woe Babylon! which like a splendid garden I planted, and whose fruitI did not eat.
Woe Babylon! which like a seal of elmesu stone I had laid around the neck of Anu.
Woe Babylon! which like the board of fate I took in hand and left to no one.
Woe Babylon! which...

May the ferry leave port and may ... cross over on foot.
May the well be 60 meters deep and no man shall save his life.
In the surge of the broad sea, may they bring up the fisher boat to 100 "nautical miles" with the rudder.
The eternal city Sippar, over whose silhouette the Lord of Countries did not allow the flood to come:
Against the will of Shamash you destroyed their walls, pulled down their outer wall.
As for Uruk, the seat of Anu and Ishtar, the city of prostitutes, whores, and strumpets,
To whom Ishtar steals away the man whom she had placed into their hands:
Sutean men and women throw torches (in).
They attack Inanna, the impotents and effeminates,
Whom Ishtar changed from men into effeminates in order to teach people the fear of the gods,
The dagger, blade, knife, and flint bearers,
Who act in order to lift the spirits of Ishtar.
You set up a cruel, unbearable governor over her.
He saddened her and neglected her rituals.
Ishtar became angry and enraged about Uruk.
She mobilized the enemy and he swept it away like cereal before water..."



-- Mesopotamian creation myth, Translated from P.F. Gössmann Oesa, Das Era-Epos, Würzburg: Augustinus

For twenty-five years of my life, I believed that nothing bad could happen on All Saint's Day. That belief was proven wrong about three years ago.

I wish that the universe would stop proving me wrong. I get the fucking message already.

Unmask, unmask, unmask!

Ah... Back from Rocky Horror. Was a good night, thanks to everyone that showed up. Big thanks to MrVader and Andy for seriously refreshing my memory. Not having been to a RHPS screening in over a decade, I'd pretty much forgotten all of the shoutback lines. They made it easy for me to remember!

Now I sleep. The Northern Chinese I conquered earlier tonight seem to be preparing for a bloody uprising, so I think I'll need all the rest I can get.

Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,--
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

-- Tennyson, Excerpt from Ulysses

Vi veri veniversum vivus vici.


-- Goethe, Faust

Blah. Working hard. I have a headache. Apparently my plans for tonight have completely fallen through. Great.

Spent the night dealing with a throat that was burning from all the stomach acid I was coughing up. As a result, I slept like shit and even overslept, losing two hours of working time this morning. Goddamnit.


"People just ain't no good
I think that's well understood
You can see it everywhere you look
People just ain't no good

We were married under cherry trees
Under blossoms we made our vows
All the blossoms come sailing down
Through the streets and through the playgrounds

The sun would stream on the sheets
Awoken by the morning bird
We'd buy the Sunday newspapers
And never read a single word

People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good

Seasons came, Seasons went
The winter stripped the blossoms bare
A different tree now lines the streets
Shaking its fists in the air
The winter slammed us like a fist
The windows rattling in the gales
To which she drew the curtains
Made out of her wedding veils

People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good at all

To our love send a dozen white lilies
To our love send a coffin of wood
To our love let all the pink-eyed pigeons coo
That people they just ain't no good

To our love send back all the letters
To our love a valentine of blood
To our love let all the jilted lovers cry
That people they just ain't no good

It ain't that in their hearts they're bad
They can comfort you, some even try
They nurse you when you're ill of health
They bury you when you go and die
It ain't that in their hearts they're bad
They'd stick by you if they could
But that's just bullshit, baby
People just ain't no good

People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good
People they ain't no good at all."

-- Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, People Ain't No Good

Bon journee et bon chance pour toi!

your asshole.


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Run, but don't be scared to look behind.
Stop, don't wait too long, make up your mind.
The end is almost here,
the sky, the air, so nice and clear,
the sound of your decay,
and the ringing in the air is the sweet debris of yesterday.

There, now that you know it's not so bad.
See, the good meet soon for lots of air.
So if you try to enhance,
we don't deserve another chance.
Just laugh along the way,
and kiss your ass goodbye with a shadow dream of yesterday.

Yesterday, the good old days.
Yesterday, the way we used to play.
Yesterday, it just got worse and worse.
Yesterday, the future's been rehearsed.

Run, but don't be scared to look behind.
Stop, don't wait too long, make up your mind.
The end is almost here,
the sky, the air, so nice and clear,
the sound of your decay,
and the ringing in the air is the sweet debris of yesterday.

Yesterday,
yesterday.

-- Bad Religion, Yesterday

Been hanging out at home for a few hours, doing some light work and resting my throat. Mostly gearing up for tonight. Just stepped outside for a moment, though, to see what the weather was like, and I swear that I could hear somebody whispering to me, just over my left shoulder.

That hasn't happened since high school. Goddamn, is it ever annoying.

So you're feeling unimportant,
'Cuz you've got nothing to say.
And your life is just a ramble
No one understands you anyway.

Well, I got a piece of news, son,
That might make you change your mind:
Your life is historically meaningful,
And spans a significant time.

Slumber will come soon,
And you are helping put it to sleep.
Side by side we do our share,
To faithfully assure that
Slumber will come soon.

Well, now, do you feel a little better?
Lift up your head and walk away
Knowing we're all in this together
For such a short time, anyway.

There is just no time to parade around sulking,
I would rather laugh than cry.
The rich, the poor, the strong, the weak,
We share this place together
And we pitch in to help it die.

I'm not too good at giving morals,
And I don't fear the consequence.
If life makes you scared and bitter,
At least it's not for very long.

Slumber will come soon,
And you are helping put it to sleep.
Side by side we do our share,
To faithfully assure that
Slumber will come soon.


-- Bad Religion, Slumber


Fuck this. I'm going for a walk.