11 January 2008
08 January 2008
My lovelies have returned
this is from when comedy central made them return:
"We would like to return to work with our writers. If we cannot, we would like to express our ambivalence, but without our writers we are unable to express something as nuanced as ambivalence."
-A Daily Show and The Coal-berT Report
more sassy quotes later...busy as a bee.
"We would like to return to work with our writers. If we cannot, we would like to express our ambivalence, but without our writers we are unable to express something as nuanced as ambivalence."
-A Daily Show and The Coal-berT Report
more sassy quotes later...busy as a bee.
14 December 2007
Q.P.S.I.
LQTM-laughing quietly to myself. really more accurate than laughing out loud.
QPSI-quietly planning strychnine intervention (thanks bay, where's the well?)
I can always count on my best friend for Important Facts about Strychnine. It seems it is even more effective than Acid in the Facewash, as killing methods go.
Poe and his Telltale Heart have always been my Number One Valentine.
23 October 2007
Stephen Fry
From Moab is my Washpot, his autobiography.
Music is the deepest of the arts and deep beneath all arts. --E.M.Forster
Music was a kind of penetration. The penetration or absorption of everything into itself. Music in the precision of its form and the mathematical tyranny of its laws, escapes into an eternity of abstraction and an absurd sublime that is everywhere and nowhere at once. The nothingness of music can be moulded by the mood of the listener into the most precise shapes or allowed to float as free as thought; music can follow the academic and theoretical pattern of its own modality or adhere to some narrative or dialectical programme imposed by a friend, a scholar, or the composer himself. Music is everything and nothing. Music takes me to places of illimitable sensual and insensate joy, accessing points of ecstasy that no angelic lover could ever locate, or plunging me into gibbering weeping hells of pain that no torturer could ever devise. Nothing else comes close.
Music is the deepest of the arts and deep beneath all arts. --E.M.Forster
Music was a kind of penetration. The penetration or absorption of everything into itself. Music in the precision of its form and the mathematical tyranny of its laws, escapes into an eternity of abstraction and an absurd sublime that is everywhere and nowhere at once. The nothingness of music can be moulded by the mood of the listener into the most precise shapes or allowed to float as free as thought; music can follow the academic and theoretical pattern of its own modality or adhere to some narrative or dialectical programme imposed by a friend, a scholar, or the composer himself. Music is everything and nothing. Music takes me to places of illimitable sensual and insensate joy, accessing points of ecstasy that no angelic lover could ever locate, or plunging me into gibbering weeping hells of pain that no torturer could ever devise. Nothing else comes close.
19 October 2007
On Cloud Nine
Bailey bought me an iPod with video!
I have the bestest friend in the whole Wilde world!
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