December 18th, 2003

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Dreams

I just had a dream. I dreamed that I was back home somehow and at the computer and trying to flame the heck outta spitefairy because of something she said when a whole buncha limp noodled teeny boppers jumped into the rhetorical fray. I was trying to type out biting and scathing resposes but something was wrong with the computer and things just didn't seem right. The screen would go screwy and all I could type was complete gibberish. It was really really startig to tick me off. I also kept getting feelings of deja vu and nothing made sense. The family was milling about, mom, dad, sisters, grandparents, and all the dogs. For some reason they wanted me to go out and help them rake up leaves. The more time that passed the more I realized that somehow this day had happened before, that I was stuck in some sort of groundhog day loop and my grandfather was still alive and fine. I started to spazz out a bit, trying to avoid the fate I knew was coming once the timeline started up again. I remember telling my sister about it and when she didn't believe me at first, eventually memorizing all the events of the day to recite it as it happened.

So what did I take from the dream? Inevitability. Struggle and scream, fight and rage, and things still turn out as they were pretty much supposed to. I'm also curious why I didn't just give up eventually and just start memorizing lotto numbers or something. Oh well, at least those leaves for swept up.
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Beware the angry vagina

From a review in newsweek titled: "Why I hate the Lord of the Rings".

The moment when Sam begins addressing his best friend Frodo as “Mister” somewhere in “The Two Towers” counts as a major psychological beat. Speaking of those two, the subtext seems clear from the beginning, so how many watery looks, heaving bosoms and pregnant pauses between them until we “get it?” I began to think of Sauron’s flaming peeper as “Queer Eye for the Hobbit Guy.” Or maybe that’s an angry vagina that all those burly warriors flee. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

I didn't agree with much else about this guy's reviewed, dismissing it as pointless whining but he did hit this one right on the nose. Every single one of the hobbits is a flaming catamite. There's a scene near the end where....

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Many have argued it's a pretty homoerotic sort of group even from tolkien's original vision. A dash too much brotherly love for things to seem completely innocent. I wonder how many results I would come up with in google if I typed in 'gay hobbit stories'.


BTW, 8,770.
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To whom it may concern

Please send all presents, gifts, well wishings, cards, nubile slave girls, etc to:

10 Stonegate Drive
Metuchen, NJ 08840

which is where I'll be until after new years. For those of you expecting gifts and assorted brik-a-brak from me it might be delayed a bit until after I get back to chicago. There just wasn't enough time to order all the things I wanted to ship out before I'm leaving for jersey so I'll have to deal with it when I get back here.
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