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Dec. 31st, 2005 07:49 pmSo, a lot of people were doing year-in-review things, and I thought about doing that, but then I got depressed, so here's just hoping that 2006 is better.
And I'm going to make my first New Year's Resolution that I can recall ever making (since I think change and self-improvement should be an ongoing process), and that is to start using the phrase "Thank you, sweet shrapnel!" with the same sort of regularity that I say "No shit, Sherlock!" and "That sucks dead rat though a straw/warm shit though a short straw/diseased donkey balls/etc."
If you've seen Serenity, go here to understand the first referance.
And I'm going to make my first New Year's Resolution that I can recall ever making (since I think change and self-improvement should be an ongoing process), and that is to start using the phrase "Thank you, sweet shrapnel!" with the same sort of regularity that I say "No shit, Sherlock!" and "That sucks dead rat though a straw/warm shit though a short straw/diseased donkey balls/etc."
If you've seen Serenity, go here to understand the first referance.
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Dec. 17th, 2005 08:15 amI like this one. It's historial even!
In literature, a humor character was one in whom a single passion predominated; this interpretation was especially popular in Elizabethan and other Renaissance literature. One of the most comprehensive treatments of the subject was the Anatomy of Melancholy, by Robert Burton. The theory found its strongest advocates among the comedy writers, notably Ben Jonson and his followers, who used humor characters to illustrate various modes of irrational and immoral behavior.
- taken from The Columbia Encyclopedia, Sixth Edition
( Temperment/Humor quiz )
In literature, a humor character was one in whom a single passion predominated; this interpretation was especially popular in Elizabethan and other Renaissance literature. One of the most comprehensive treatments of the subject was the Anatomy of Melancholy, by Robert Burton. The theory found its strongest advocates among the comedy writers, notably Ben Jonson and his followers, who used humor characters to illustrate various modes of irrational and immoral behavior.
- taken from The Columbia Encyclopedia, Sixth Edition
( Temperment/Humor quiz )
( random dance blathering... )
And today's quote of the day from the Discovery Channel's "Dirty Jobs" (from a male speaker): Gee, if only I had some sperm!
And today's quote of the day from the Discovery Channel's "Dirty Jobs" (from a male speaker): Gee, if only I had some sperm!
random song post
Aug. 1st, 2005 01:39 amSo, I was wondering how hard it would be to replace my CD of "Scottish songs of rebellion," that is, "Freedom's Sword" by the band Gaberlunzie, and it looks like it'll be pretty tough, but on the plus side, I found lyrics to one of my favorite songs of theirs! So now I know that incomprehensible bit they kept on singing means "in darkness or daylight," and the part that sounded like "Saxon axe" is actually "Sassenach." I'm not Scottish, so what the hell does "Sassenach" mean? ... So, first Google search comes up with a fun little article, and I thought I'd share.
Yippee, I have another song I can add to my songbook!
Yippee, I have another song I can add to my songbook!
ARF Wednesday night bonfire
Mar. 31st, 2005 09:07 amEvery Wednesday night is the bonfire. Open fires are not allowed at at ARF without *lots* of approval, so it tends to draw quite a crowd. There is technically no drumming allowed in the campground either, so it's an every-other-kind-of-instrument jam as well. It's hosted by the campground director, also known at MRF as Zazoul, the Misfortune Teller.
Last night was a pretty slow night. There were several other parties going on - A Chocolate Makers end of year party (I heard the most awesome bluegrass jam there, oh my god!!!), some sort of Jello wrestling that occured at someones house in Mesa, another offsite birthday party, and probably more that I hadn't heard of. In addition, because this final weekend was only added mid-run, a lot of people had previous plans, so a good quarter of the campground has left, including one of the finest musicians at the bonfire.
Anyway, I was really proud last night when, at about 11 pm, Kat made a comment that resulted in someone crowing that with her comment, everyone who couldn't handle the conversation had left (ie, anyone who was easily offended or disgusted).
It was such a pleasure to hear the person behind Twig Thistlebottom, the most sweet, innocent, childlike character, say one of the most crass, debase, perverted things possible.
I don't quite remember how the conversation had gotten there, but the topic of masturbating in the privies came up (I think there grafitti in one of them forbidding it?). There were several exchanges about how the privies are *not* good places for masturbating, generally phrased ironically/sarcastically, and with an emphasis on the odor. Then Kat had the last word....
"Well, if you don't have someone who'll shit on your chest, it's the next best thing."
Last night was a pretty slow night. There were several other parties going on - A Chocolate Makers end of year party (I heard the most awesome bluegrass jam there, oh my god!!!), some sort of Jello wrestling that occured at someones house in Mesa, another offsite birthday party, and probably more that I hadn't heard of. In addition, because this final weekend was only added mid-run, a lot of people had previous plans, so a good quarter of the campground has left, including one of the finest musicians at the bonfire.
Anyway, I was really proud last night when, at about 11 pm, Kat made a comment that resulted in someone crowing that with her comment, everyone who couldn't handle the conversation had left (ie, anyone who was easily offended or disgusted).
It was such a pleasure to hear the person behind Twig Thistlebottom, the most sweet, innocent, childlike character, say one of the most crass, debase, perverted things possible.
I don't quite remember how the conversation had gotten there, but the topic of masturbating in the privies came up (I think there grafitti in one of them forbidding it?). There were several exchanges about how the privies are *not* good places for masturbating, generally phrased ironically/sarcastically, and with an emphasis on the odor. Then Kat had the last word....
"Well, if you don't have someone who'll shit on your chest, it's the next best thing."
El Nino in Arizona
Mar. 30th, 2005 10:32 am(written shortly after the start of the faire. slightly edited to reflect change in time)
I'm in the army now
I'm not behind a plow
I'm digging a ditch
I'll never get rich
I'm in the army now
There are two campgrounds at the Arizona Renaissance Festival - Camp Paradise, for the rennies, and Camp Superstition for the weekenders. Camp Superstition is closest to the highway on the northeast side of the faire site. Camp Paradise is to the south and west of the faire, over a broad wash and a barbed-wire fence-hop from state-owned desert land. This is not to say we're not in the desert, but rather that we don't have a whole lot of saguaro and teddy-bear cholla cactuses in the midst of all the tents and trailers.
Anyway, what I really meant to write about was all the rain we had second weekend (I think? It's been awhile). The rain started Thursday, a light,steady drizzle. It didn't let up Friday, and by the time I fell asleep around midnight it was raining hard. Saturday morning I woke up, threw on my garb, and went to use the priv. I got about 30 feet before one of my neighbors stopped me.
"You haven't heard the news yet? The faire's closed! Flooded out."
So, after gawking at the fast-flowing, 20-foot wide wash, the boy and I retired back to the tent for a bit of R&R. Some time later, we heard drama occuring outside, so we went to see if we could help. Well, I opened up the tent door to see a lake going right up to my door, an inch up the tent walls. My neighbor's tent was already completely flooded out, and they were digging trenches and building walls to guide the river away from her tent, and also (very, very kindly) putting up a wall to minimize the water's access to my land.
So, I spent a couple hours on Saturday widening the trench around my tent, fortifying the inner island with mud walls, and just generally playing in the mud.
The water receded after a while - turns out that during an earlier storm part of the wash got a dam built up in it, and it was causing the washwater to overflow to the campground. So once it was cleared, that stopped the overflow and we haven't had any further problems with flashflooding.
I'm in the army now
I'm not behind a plow
I'm digging a ditch
I'll never get rich
I'm in the army now
There are two campgrounds at the Arizona Renaissance Festival - Camp Paradise, for the rennies, and Camp Superstition for the weekenders. Camp Superstition is closest to the highway on the northeast side of the faire site. Camp Paradise is to the south and west of the faire, over a broad wash and a barbed-wire fence-hop from state-owned desert land. This is not to say we're not in the desert, but rather that we don't have a whole lot of saguaro and teddy-bear cholla cactuses in the midst of all the tents and trailers.
Anyway, what I really meant to write about was all the rain we had second weekend (I think? It's been awhile). The rain started Thursday, a light,steady drizzle. It didn't let up Friday, and by the time I fell asleep around midnight it was raining hard. Saturday morning I woke up, threw on my garb, and went to use the priv. I got about 30 feet before one of my neighbors stopped me.
"You haven't heard the news yet? The faire's closed! Flooded out."
So, after gawking at the fast-flowing, 20-foot wide wash, the boy and I retired back to the tent for a bit of R&R. Some time later, we heard drama occuring outside, so we went to see if we could help. Well, I opened up the tent door to see a lake going right up to my door, an inch up the tent walls. My neighbor's tent was already completely flooded out, and they were digging trenches and building walls to guide the river away from her tent, and also (very, very kindly) putting up a wall to minimize the water's access to my land.
So, I spent a couple hours on Saturday widening the trench around my tent, fortifying the inner island with mud walls, and just generally playing in the mud.
The water receded after a while - turns out that during an earlier storm part of the wash got a dam built up in it, and it was causing the washwater to overflow to the campground. So once it was cleared, that stopped the overflow and we haven't had any further problems with flashflooding.
yet another poetry break
Jan. 3rd, 2005 11:48 pmMaybe a year or so ago, I was poking around in Disc-Go-Round, in their ethnic music section.
I found a CD of medieval sephardic songs, and read through it, thinking it might be a good gift for my mom.
I ended up not getting it, because I thought the music sounded not-so-good, but one of the songs stuck with me.
I wrote down what I could remember, so I wouldn't forget, and a few weeks later I went back to reread the lyrics.
I'd gotten a fair amount of the remembering wrong, but I decided I liked how I remembered it better than the original translation.
I fell in love with a glance
Oh my lovely one
I fell in love with a glance
By moonlight
If it had not been night
Oh my lovely one
If it had not been night
I would not have been fooled
If I ever fall in love again
Oh my lovely one
If I ever fall in love again
May the sun be shining
I found a CD of medieval sephardic songs, and read through it, thinking it might be a good gift for my mom.
I ended up not getting it, because I thought the music sounded not-so-good, but one of the songs stuck with me.
I wrote down what I could remember, so I wouldn't forget, and a few weeks later I went back to reread the lyrics.
I'd gotten a fair amount of the remembering wrong, but I decided I liked how I remembered it better than the original translation.
I fell in love with a glance
Oh my lovely one
I fell in love with a glance
By moonlight
If it had not been night
Oh my lovely one
If it had not been night
I would not have been fooled
If I ever fall in love again
Oh my lovely one
If I ever fall in love again
May the sun be shining
more poetry....
Nov. 26th, 2004 11:31 amI was poking through a whole bunch of Hellic Recon LJ communities (of which I liked ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sanegreekrecons the most), and someone had this neat poem linked....
Oh, and somewhere during that poking, someone also had this webcomic linked. It's awesome!
sanegreekrecons the most), and someone had this neat poem linked....Oh, and somewhere during that poking, someone also had this webcomic linked. It's awesome!
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Sep. 17th, 2004 09:05 am*smiles happily*
It will be a good life.
....
I spent some time hanging out with Angus (from Anam Cara) at his fire tripod in front of his shop last night, and, during a discussion about expectations, he had these marvelous words of wisdom:
Ya can beat the bloody shit out of a dandelion, but ya won't get barley fer brew.
It will be a good life.
....
I spent some time hanging out with Angus (from Anam Cara) at his fire tripod in front of his shop last night, and, during a discussion about expectations, he had these marvelous words of wisdom:
Ya can beat the bloody shit out of a dandelion, but ya won't get barley fer brew.
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Aug. 17th, 2004 08:17 am"You tortured and murdered those men upstairs. And you're not God."
Found a neat website, The Top Sample List. I had a quote stuck in my head, and couldn't remember which song it was from.
Heh, as I'm perusing the top lists, it's interesting to see that I like lots of the bands that are at the top... I wonder if it's related... it wouldn't surprise me, since I really do enjoy good/interesting sampling.
Found a neat website, The Top Sample List. I had a quote stuck in my head, and couldn't remember which song it was from.
Heh, as I'm perusing the top lists, it's interesting to see that I like lots of the bands that are at the top... I wonder if it's related... it wouldn't surprise me, since I really do enjoy good/interesting sampling.
an odd mood...
Aug. 9th, 2004 04:48 pmFurthermore, not only is every woman a miser, but she is also envious and a slanderer of other women, greedy, a slave to her belly, inconsistent, fickle in her speech, disobedient and impatient of restraint, spotted with the sin of pride and desirous of vainglory, a liar, a drunkard, a babbler, no keeper of secrets, too much given to wantonness, prone to every evil, and never loving any man in her heart.
- From 'The Art of Courtly Love' by Andreas Capellanus, written sometime between 1174 and 1186
- From 'The Art of Courtly Love' by Andreas Capellanus, written sometime between 1174 and 1186
