I had the following fevered thought occur to me during a discussion of the upcoming Harry Potter novel on IRC:
“I know who the half-blood prince is!” Harry cried, as he lunged to tackle Ginny.
“Harry, what the hell are you doing?” Ron screamed. “That’s my SISTER!”
Harry yanked on Ginny’s hair. “Look closely, Ron. She’s a MAN, baby!”
–from the upcoming Austen Potter: International Mage of Mystery
Memage gakked from tarkrai
Courtesy of John Scalzi, I am alerted to Hasbro’s latest innovation:
“You do not know the power of the CARB side of the Force!”
“When last we met, I was lightly salted with butter, but now *I* am fully loaded.”
“Don’t be too proud of this technological diet you’ve constructed. The ability to destroy a waistline
is insignificant next to the power of the Force.”
The possibilities are truly endless.
Gafilk was wonderful (more on which anon), but the last two days back to work have been absolutely dreadful. Various minor disasters coupled with being very shorthanded this week have left me feeling very overstressed and overextended. Hopefully things will start to calm down by the weekend.
I’ve got a lot to catch up on, but we’ll start with the “First sentence from each month Year in Review” meme, because it’s cute and I enjoy it.
2004, In Review
Happy New Year! Thus we come to the fourth law of success and happiness …for I gave you one more power, a power so great that not even my angels possess it. Our cat Dayna has always been a bit high strung and neurotic, but she had been getting increasingly clingy and needy with her requests for attention. Almost entirely fiction this week, although I have been dipping in and out of Harlan Ellison’s Watching, a collection of film essays. So, I haven’t posted any quizzy stuff in a long, long time. The reason for this is rather idiosyncratic. Something that a lot of people don’t know about me is that when I first went to college in 1988, I was a journalism major. Heard on NPR this morning, in a discussion about notions of beauty in fairy tales (slightly paraphrased from memory): First of all, happy birthday wishes to my partner-in-crime, fleetfootmike! Terry Pratchett appeared on a BBC talk show promoting his new book, Going Postal. Total time at the polls, about 25 minutes. Wow, I really did disappear.
Yep, that looks like the year, alright.
Last year, a meme went around to post your LJ stats on new Years day, to keep progress on what you did over the course of the year. Here’s what I posted then:
Account type: Paid Account
Date created: 2001-06-22 11:31:42
Date updated: 2004-01-01 08:54:14, 2 minutes ago
Journal entries: 307
Comments: Posted: 1,863 – Received: 1,337
And here’s what the stats are today:
Account type: Paid Account, expiring 2005-11-02
Date created: 2001-06-22 11:31:42
Date updated: 2004-12-31 10:22:14, 3 days ago
Journal entries: 516
Comments: Posted: 3,851 – Received: 2,983
Friends: 296 Friend of: 253
So, that means I made 209 posts last year, 1,988 comments, and received 1646 comments. More active than in the past, but I’d like to write more here, so that gives me a base to improve from. 🙂
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In other memage, I scored an 86 on the Nerd Quiz, though I was annoyed with at least one question. The “Do you telnet?” question really should have included an option that said ‘No, telnet is inherently insecure. I use SSH.’ 🙂
Second Chances
Lyrics by Robert Wynne
Music by Steve Macdonald
© 2005
Tell me you believe in second chances
Tell me we can make a brand new start
Tell me you believe in true romances
Tell me that I haven’t lost your heart
Tell me that the past can be forgiven
Tell me that the lost can be redeemed
Tell me there is hope where there is living
And all is not as broken as it seemed
Still don’t understand how we fell so far apart
I just couldn’t see what I should do
But now my eyes are clear and my heart is sure
And every road leads me back to you
Tell me that the future isn’t out of sight
Tell me there’s a light to end the dark
Tell me there’s a chance to set our wrongs to right
Tell me that your heart still holds a spark
(Instrumental break)
Still don’t understand how we fell so far apart
I just couldn’t see what I should do
But now my eyes are clear and my heart is sure
And every road leads me back to you
Tell me you believe in second chances
Tell me we can make a brand new start
Tell me you believe in true romances
Tell me that I haven’t lost your heart
Musing On Jane
by Robert Wynne
Music: “Jane” by Barenaked Ladies
© 2005
She lives inside my head, sweet Jane the muse
She lives on fiction, cigarettes and booze
She dictates plots to me and I just weep
I wish she would shut up and let me sleep
Jane, doesn’t seem to understand I have to work
Jane, doesn’t care that she is acting like a jerk
Jane
Jane
I wrote a story and thought it was grand
I didn’t know she had four sequels planned
I must look like a crazy foreigner
Arguing with myself on street corners
Jane, has more ideas than I’ve hours in the day
Jane, pesters me all night and will not go away
Jane
Jane
I wrote a novel
DAW should have got it yesterday
Why it would be best now to take a short rest now
is what I cannot explain to Jane
Still living in my head, sweet Jane the muse
Still sending more ideas than I can use
I’m not sure how she got inside my brain
I write her words out longhand on the train
Jane, has yet another trilogy for me to write
Jane, doesn’t see why I think I should sleep tonight
Jane
Jane
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