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Post by Olive on Jun 22, 2011 12:39:03 GMT -5
Yes yes yes! This album was one of the first I ever bought, and it made Pink Floyd one of my favourite bands. The sheer poetry of the lyrics and the coherency of the album as a whole are pretty incredible. "Day after day, love turns gray, like the skin on a dying man. Night after night, we pretend it's alright; but I have grown older, and you have grown colder, and nothing is very much fun anymore. And I can feel one of my turns coming on. I feel cold as a razorblade, tight as a torniquet, dry as a funeral drum..." Song starts at about 2:00. The video is from the film of the album starring Bob Geldof as Pink - it's haunting. Trigger warning for violence, language and blood. OH THIS SONG. I love this song. This album. This band. And now I really want to go watch the movie... sigh. Also: Does anyone else first think of "Fool on the Hill" when this song starts off?
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Post by Olive on Jun 22, 2011 12:29:57 GMT -5
I might be missing something but uh... I have no idea. I can see stuff on your profile that's usually hidden, but Karma is still just a number, no indication of which post/person/etc. Sorry guys! Whoever signs in under the name "admin" can view karma changes in the admin panel. Really? Because that's me, and I can't seem to find anything like this.Never mind, it's in a strange place, and not exactly pleasant to look at :-P
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Hello
Jun 22, 2011 7:35:02 GMT -5
Post by Olive on Jun 22, 2011 7:35:02 GMT -5
But that was such a tiny part of it! The rest of it was just... gah, end it! End it please! Probably doesn't help that I don't like Austen to begin with, and had to read NA for a class that I wanted to love but wound up hating... damn Art prof for a Lit Survey course... mumblegrumblerant Awwww, that sucks ): I ended up going through a phase one summer where I had decided that I would read ALL of Jane Austen's works, so I didn't have to have them lectured at me by someone else. I dunno if you've read Mansfield Park, but I think that that is the worst of them all. I just... don't even get why it exists. I don't get why any of them exist. I read half of P&P on my own volition, but I couldn't finish it. Then we read Emma in a class my first semester, and that is still the only assigned book that I've never finished (I tried, I really did!). I did read every last word of NA, though! And then I wanted to go on a murderous rampage.
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Post by Olive on Jun 22, 2011 7:32:28 GMT -5
Well, there are lots I'd quite like, but if I had to choose one, it would probably be breathing underwater/being a mermaid. This. Combine it with insensitivity to cold temperatures, and I could live in the bloody lake. I'd be so damn happy then. Though I'd also need to get water resistant books... that's doable.
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Post by Olive on Jun 22, 2011 7:27:04 GMT -5
I might be missing something but uh... I have no idea. I can see stuff on your profile that's usually hidden, but Karma is still just a number, no indication of which post/person/etc.
Sorry guys!
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Post by Olive on Jun 22, 2011 7:20:37 GMT -5
Holy feeling of awe, batman. I read Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse yesterday and... wow. I can't remember the last time that I felt physically different while reading. My breath sped up at some point, and eventually I had so much energy from all of the thoughts whirling through my head because of it that I got up, changed, and biked a couple miles down to some cliffs that look over the lake. It was about 30 pages from the end and that just sounded like the only possible thing I could do at that moment. Even tough it was at 10 at night, and that's usually when I go to sleep (damn early mornings.) And then I came home, finished it, and passed out. And then proceeded to have the weirdest bloody dreams. I think I have a new favorite book. Not to be dramatic, but that sounds truly magical. (And you bike? I loveee biking! If I didn't live in the a small town in the middle of nowhere I would probably go biking after reading more often. It would probably help me fall asleep, burning off the after-reading excitement, rather than just laying in bed thinking about it). It kind of was. Dark was just falling and it was raining lightly. A ship was in at the ore dock when I biked past and it looked like Christmas. Of course, the combination of the energy and the setting and the mood that Hesse had put me in nearly made me jump off of the cliffs, which would have been a bad idea... still too cold to do that.
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Post by Olive on Jun 21, 2011 10:35:31 GMT -5
If people are unable to go about this discussion without insulting someone's identity, we're going to have a problem.
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Post by Olive on Jun 21, 2011 7:51:18 GMT -5
AAAAAAH! I can't figure out which one to post this in, Doctor Who or Webcomics, but since Doctor Who is lacking a little love, here it is! This just made my morning. thedevilspanties.com/comics/20110621.gif
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Post by Olive on Jun 21, 2011 7:44:33 GMT -5
Just the other day I was in the car with my housemates and one of them shouted "They forgot a comma!" and pointed to a billboard. It was lacking the oxford comma, and with my head hung I had to explain to him that technically it's optional.
He refused to believe me. It kind of made my day.
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Hello
Jun 20, 2011 12:48:47 GMT -5
Post by Olive on Jun 20, 2011 12:48:47 GMT -5
You can't beat teenage girls with large imaginations picturing vampires living in an abbey and killing your family. But that was such a tiny part of it! The rest of it was just... gah, end it! End it please! Probably doesn't help that I don't like Austen to begin with, and had to read NA for a class that I wanted to love but wound up hating... damn Art prof for a Lit Survey course... mumblegrumblerant
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Pets
Jun 20, 2011 12:44:18 GMT -5
Post by Olive on Jun 20, 2011 12:44:18 GMT -5
The Facebook group "I love college, but I miss my cats" pretty much sums up my life. I have two cats at my mom's house, though one is really "mine" and the other is "hers." We each picked a name and I think they realized that, because Felix (my pick) will literally hug me when I come home but pretty much ignores my mom. Pantouf (hers, after the kangaroo from Chocolate) is totally her baby. As well as a total retard. Felix with me when I was home for break last year. Bawww. I'm also using this instead of any other photos of them because HOLY SHIT THEY ARE FAT CATS. Seriously. I've got a picture of him from the wrong angle and it looks like someone photoshopped a kitten's head on a really fat cat's body. He's that out of proportion. (Pantouf is his brother, but more of a beige color than orange.) Then there's Yoda, my dad's cat. He's a grey tabby with a wider face and the prettiest green eyes. And a kink in his tail... we don't know if it's an extra bone or a break that healed badly, but it just feels weird (it's not really visible). That one is a badass. My dad got him from a friend when he was 4 years old, and they explained that he was shy, a loner, and a total indoor cat. Well now he's an outdoor cat that scares the shit out of the dogs (and people) in the neighborhood. And climbs 10 feet straight up trees... without any front claws. And he's super demanding when he is home. Holy shit, I miss having cats >.<
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Post by Olive on Jun 20, 2011 12:26:36 GMT -5
Mood: Hungry (forgot to pack a lunch) and tired (damn you Hesse/Nietzsche/6 am!) Doing: Watching my boss try to look professional for the TV crew that's here. It's entertaining. Thinking: HOLY CRAP EVERYONE IS TALKING ABOUT THEIR BOYFRIENDS. I think I'm lonely. Listening: "Such Great Heights" - Iron and Wine. Oh great, now I'm missing my ex girlfriend. SUPER.
Maybe I should change mood to "discontent with lovelife."
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Post by Olive on Jun 20, 2011 12:20:12 GMT -5
ANYTHING THAT WORKS. Nothing ever works from one time to the next. And they're always incredibly painful and... squeaky. I think holding my breath and stopping everything else to just concentrate on "DON'T HICCUP DON'T HICCUP DON'T HICCUP" works most often...
Person below me... what do you think about The Kills? (Yeah, I'm super creative, their new album just came up on Pandora.)
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Post by Olive on Jun 20, 2011 12:10:15 GMT -5
What about that feeling of awe after you've reading something truly amazing? I almost can't think aside from "Oh my god, did that really just happen? That was amazing and brilliant." Holy feeling of awe, batman. I read Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse yesterday and... wow. I can't remember the last time that I felt physically different while reading. My breath sped up at some point, and eventually I had so much energy from all of the thoughts whirling through my head because of it that I got up, changed, and biked a couple miles down to some cliffs that look over the lake. It was about 30 pages from the end and that just sounded like the only possible thing I could do at that moment. Even tough it was at 10 at night, and that's usually when I go to sleep (damn early mornings.) And then I came home, finished it, and passed out. And then proceeded to have the weirdest bloody dreams. I think I have a new favorite book.
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Post by Olive on Jun 20, 2011 8:27:32 GMT -5
They did invent a punctuation mark for sarcasm... actually, it was a Michigan company, which makes me happy.
I'm not sure what happened to it... but I really wish it had been widely implemented!
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