Y'all need to comment more on
thunderdreaming's journal. He's getting quite irate that nobody does. Well, very few people.
Approximately lifted from
bardiphouka and altered to suit me, cos I'm in that kinda mood.
1. What fictional character do I remind you of?
2. What movie character do I remind you of?
3. What song do I remind you of?
4. What quote comes to mind?
5. Am I more likely to be a play or a musical?
6. What era do I belong in?
7. If I were a work of fiction what genre would I belong to?
8. And what genre of music?
9. Should I be a villain, hero, protagonist, antagonist, or what?
10. If you didn't know already, what nationality would you think I was?
1. What fictional character do I remind you of?
2. What movie character do I remind you of?
3. What song do I remind you of?
4. What quote comes to mind?
5. Am I more likely to be a play or a musical?
6. What era do I belong in?
7. If I were a work of fiction what genre would I belong to?
8. And what genre of music?
9. Should I be a villain, hero, protagonist, antagonist, or what?
10. If you didn't know already, what nationality would you think I was?
Christmas pursuits have changed some. From a site about The Victorian Christmas:
a popular Victorian parlour game called "Snap Dragon". A shallow bowl filled with spirit and currants was put on a table and the spirit set alight. The players had to try and snatch the currants out of the flames and put them into their mouths.
What an interesting game.
olethros is probably as opposed to it as I am to Dance Dance Revolution, though.
a popular Victorian parlour game called "Snap Dragon". A shallow bowl filled with spirit and currants was put on a table and the spirit set alight. The players had to try and snatch the currants out of the flames and put them into their mouths.
What an interesting game.
Helloooo, insomnia. Long time no see, you antisocial bastard.
Truly, I hate not being able to sleep. And I have a kind of dull headache, which doesn't seem to have any clear location or origin. I'm blaming the dust from cleaning up today. Normally, my solution for insomnia is to play with Photoshop until I zen out a bit and can sleep, but today, it seems that the visual muse just isn't answering the phone. The written word muse is not being much more co-operative. I wrote a few half-hearted plot notes, but they're really not good for much. I'm tired. Just not sleepy. I can't muster much interest in anything - and that, for me, is really unusual. And the image keeps coming to mind of running coins through my fingers, cold metal, and possibly even lying down and sleeping on them. Evidently, I've been dealing too much with dragons in the games.
I can't wait for the time off over Christmas, when I can let my mind loose into my own interests for two weeks at a stretch, and not have to confine it to work.
I can't wait for the time off over Christmas, when I can let my mind loose into my own interests for two weeks at a stretch, and not have to confine it to work.
Why is it that I come across all these fascinating articles when I'm in work, and can't stop to read them, rather than last night, when I couldn't find anything anywhere, and couldn't sleep? And I bet that if I get time to sit down and look for them tonight, they'll all have vanished, or somehow, magically, become less interesting.
Sites to look at when I get home, if I'm awake enough:
http://nielsenhayden.com/makinglight/archives/004188.html#004188
http://www.aestheticism.com/visitors/editor/jeanne/shameless/index.htm
http://www.tcj.com/journalista/zarch200312Ba.html
http://nielsenhayden.com/makinglight/archives/004188.html#004188
http://www.aestheticism.com/visitors/editor/jeanne/shameless/index.htm
http://www.tcj.com/journalista/zarch200312Ba.html
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