shady fern colony

Why just sit when you can sit AND hug!

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even when falling apart they lay in pairs

charlotte 1 minute

Charlotte went down to the brook behind her grandparents house
her mom and dad were overseas
her brother was at soccer practice practicing kicks
her grandparents were playing bridge

Charlotte crossed the brook on a wooden bridge
made of fallen trees, a giant kicked over
and climbed up an embankment

Charlotte's mom works in a bank
she wears a vest with a pocketwatch

Charlotte's dad works at home
he writes stories for a mystery quarterly

The embankment looked over a field
past that a mountain range

Portal, video game of the year imo.

I'm making a note here: GREAT SUCCESS. To avoid spoilers I've agreed to a 2 month moratorium, this will also give me a chance to play episode 1 and 2 of HalfLife2.

Get the orange box if you get one non-casual game in your life.

For casual play I would say Tetris, though I hear good things about Puzzle Quest.

oooh chimpanzee that! MONKEY NEWS

gaddamn this show is priceless:

"I'm just gonna check the power list, it's just a list of the most powerful people in radio. Ooh - number 56: Ricky Gervais. That's annoying; there's 55 people more powerful than me..."

link collection

john bellairs appreciation

the image above and an edward gorey pin i'd like

werner's humble hip hop blog



"If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know about it. Is there any other way?"

il pentamerone

Il Pentamerone is essentially the first full collection of European literary fairy tales. Written by Giambattista Basile and published in 1634-6, the Italian tales predate Charles Perrault by at least 50 years and the Grimm Brothers by 200 years. The book is not as well known today since it was originally written in the difficult Neapolitan dialect and was not translated into English until 1847 by John Edward Taylor. However, the book contains stories that are very similar to well-known tales such as Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Rapunzel, Snow White, and others.

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the peaceful and inanimate

as good a place as any

picture books from a second hand shop, in an edwardian style

a new hat from the salvation army

the tap water is always nice and cold
the hot water tank is huge

from here you can see something nice in the distance
and twice a day giggling kids run by

neighbors are noisy but only at the right time

there's this one carpet, a little warn, a lovely pattern, symmetrical

as good a place as any

blade runner on a projector, no speakers

silent french films

the river seinne, the st.laurence

a chesterfield, couch, sofa
draped with a gold coloured afghan
navy blue pillows, one side is silk, the other velvet

a light rainfall

big space

ferns

spider plants hanging by the windows, huge and single paned glass
paint peeling off of the frames

wall paper with a pattern

sunlight

she is making coffee
wearing my slippers and a scarf, silk, with a pattern

my desk is high tech, table lamp on a swivel, india ink and water colour washes

warped wooden floor
rent is not a problem

the smell of fresh laundry and coffee
one egg and an english muffin

3 cats, they never fight or howl, currently in a pile-on in a handy spot of sunbeam

someone came by for dinner last night
there's a 1/3 of a bottle of red wine on the table
with a candle or two

a nice general store nearby where you can buy all kinds of spices

the phone is turned off

we're wrapped up on the couch
reading an intriguing tome

you can see trees outside and birds and clouds and the sky

while walking home from the corner store I projected myself into the sky
through the atmosphere, out of this solar system
following a line traced from the center of the earth, through my feet and into the infinite

she appreciated the story, does the same thing, from time to time

even as I stand alone

I seem resigned to a bachelors life, even recently I might have gone for something/anything. But now I feel differently. It's a nice feeling, I am missing something in my life, but adding some other person to the equation is hardly the answer. Still I know, deep in my bones, that it is hard to teach an old dog new tricks, and I is old, dawg. So what of it? I would rather have a book full of drawings than some tawdry broad slowing me down.

It would behoove me to travel back in time and undo some shit, it would be grand to not have time to worry, to not have means. I'm bored with being bored. If that is possible. I'm motivated by simple pleasures, I need to reorient my compass.

Warcraft is pissing me off, I have reached the end, and what now... My character is not built to succeed alone, a druid is a utility infielder, not a designated hitter. I need a team to play with. But Mark and Mat are more interested in pvp, I like it, but for fucks sake: I like to win, from time to time, I like a fair game. IT'S A GAME, NOT A LIFE LESSON. I play frickin BG's all day to get good gear, but lose all the time, I'd hate to keep track, probably went something like 1-30 in AB and 1-20 in EOTS this weekend. I'm top 2-3 healer now every bg, but it's not doing anything for me. To play really well I need to be on the ball at all times, no daydreaming.. but it's supposed to be fun... I'm not sure if I'm having fun anymore...

Work is shit too, in that I would rather be elsewhere. It's nice to know I'm leaving.

I see some people's websites of drawings and whatnot and I wish I were them, instead I'm here, masturbating my own feces to copies of guns and ammo.

The weather has been great, the cold is awesome, I can't wait for a few days of -30.

I like to bundle up.

I came, I saw, I got rejected. I'd rather be watercoloring

Watercolour and ink combo is the illest, the freedom of acciden and lack of control in the colour, the exactness of the line afterwards. I should be so lucky...

I want my next romance to be like a watercolour, I want my next lover to be an owl, or an ant, to be consumed by 100 lb cold press and 0.005 staedtler.

I want to walk with her in a river, knee deep.

Remembering the rivers we visited in Calgary, Mark, Etienne and I, the steady force, the water mountain cold, it was the best of a coors light marketing campaign and none of the worst. It was thoreau on a budget, weekender style.

I'd like to carve our names in a felled tree by where human eyes will never see it again, somewhere with ferns and pine needle beds.

An owl, an ant, a bag of trail mix. I would wear a deerstalker with pride in her company.

I am half a man in a world of mask wearing loons, my company is my own. Music in headphones a poor man's birdsong. Work an empty man's chore.

woe is me!

also, I feel pretty good.

as good a place as any

sleeping on a beach in the shade of a low tree

crabs walk by, seemingly in pairs

I had a headache, now I don't want to leave
time stops, the world does not freeze

a young girl with her parents and she is running up to and into the water, seaweed wrapped around one leg.

there is a piece of driftwood shaped like a canoe, with a little work it would float me somewhere else

a paddle made of palm leaves and there is one yellow plastic bucket half buried on this beach

as good a place as any

aimlessly walking in the woods near my great aunt's house, rustles everywhere at once, and behind me, to the left - the sound of a river.

one trunk nearby caught my eye, ants were all over it

I closed my eyes while sitting on a stump

A small man in a suit was inquiring about several elixrs from a nearby rack

cats everywhere

a beautiful pattern, her dress, and the wall paper

back in town.



I'm reading Angeline de Montbrun, for my online class, or at least I should be...

instead I dinged 70 and was top 3 alliance healer on several AV runs.

so shoot me.

trying to keep my spirits up B