Falling way behind here on LiveJournal, I know. I've got lots more parts and actors to talk about, the RTS game to announce, the Eenie Awards....
Snowing heavily in Santa Fe, however, and I've been on a bit of a roll. I'll get to all that other stuff when I can. Kong comes first.
Pat's just died. A quick death, but a messy one. Ugly, painful, humiliating. But hey, he earned it.
Off I go to shovel Snow.
Snowing heavily in Santa Fe, however, and I've been on a bit of a roll. I'll get to all that other stuff when I can. Kong comes first.
Pat's just died. A quick death, but a messy one. Ugly, painful, humiliating. But hey, he earned it.
Off I go to shovel Snow.
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Put away the shovel George. Get a Snow Blower. Blow the Horn of Winter and bring that wall of ice down.
I'm going to guess he inadvertantly got trodden on by a rampaging mammoth.
the fameless man or the faceless man or much lesser?
But I also feel like a special announcement is imminent!
To be mashed into a pulp.
Or to have his eyes gouged out,
And his elbows broken.
To have his kneecaps split
And his body burned away,
And his limbs all hacked and mangled
Brave Ser Patrick.
His head smashed in
And his heart cut out
And his liver removed
And his bowls unplugged
And his nostrils raped
And his bottom burnt off
And his pen--
he quickly turned his tail and fled.
Brave, brave, brave, Brave Ser Pat.
Every few months I get a fix of the white stuff that you have been shovelling. Very addictive stuff. Methinks more of this will be on the market soon. Hurrah!
on my warm, soft skin.
It is this dark place
that I want to be in.
Then I open my eyes
and it all floats away,
As bright warm sun shines
on a brand new day.
Window panes covered
in sparkling frost,
reminds me of a beautiful thing
I have lost. (Ellen Pond)
Winter is Coming
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,
Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is. (Wallace Stevens)