At least the scarecrow had straw
Mar. 25th, 2006 04:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinityofoneI suck. Like, a lot. I know I owe people comments and e-mails (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
blueandomlettes! God, I am so sorry); I also have three essays due increasingly soon, and all I have managed are crappy, not-even-outlines for two of them. But my brain is mush. Babyfood. Strained beets.
Some things that have managed to make me happy? Well, over at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
artword, the current challenge for artists is based on my fic Realm of Dryads, and slodwick and tardis80 have already made gorgeous posters/covers which you can see here and here. Guh. They're both amazingly-shivery-good. (Plus, the current artword challenge for writers is awesome, too. If I ever get my brain back, I must work on the little kernel of an idea I have for it.)
Also,cynicatlantis made this fabulous little comic that combines two of my favorite things and is adorable to boot. *happy sigh* I think I'll be clicking back to that a lot today.
Finally, because I seriously doubt that I will get anything useful done today, and because I've been boring-as-hell lately (I like to think that I'm boring when I don't post, and not the other way around. No need to shatter my illusions, mmkay?), I figure I'll offer to do comment drabbles again. Comment with a prompt, and I'll write you a drabble. Eventually. (Hey, I did ALL of them last time! I totally win!) And, er, I'm gonna limit it to SGA this time, 'cause I don't really feel like writing anything else.
Now back to pondering boysex...er, "The Rape of the Lock" and Joycean epiphanies.
blueandomlettes! God, I am so sorry); I also have three essays due increasingly soon, and all I have managed are crappy, not-even-outlines for two of them. But my brain is mush. Babyfood. Strained beets.Some things that have managed to make me happy? Well, over at
artword, the current challenge for artists is based on my fic Realm of Dryads, and slodwick and tardis80 have already made gorgeous posters/covers which you can see here and here. Guh. They're both amazingly-shivery-good. (Plus, the current artword challenge for writers is awesome, too. If I ever get my brain back, I must work on the little kernel of an idea I have for it.)Also,
cynicatlantis made this fabulous little comic that combines two of my favorite things and is adorable to boot. *happy sigh* I think I'll be clicking back to that a lot today.Finally, because I seriously doubt that I will get anything useful done today, and because I've been boring-as-hell lately (I like to think that I'm boring when I don't post, and not the other way around. No need to shatter my illusions, mmkay?), I figure I'll offer to do comment drabbles again. Comment with a prompt, and I'll write you a drabble. Eventually. (Hey, I did ALL of them last time! I totally win!) And, er, I'm gonna limit it to SGA this time, 'cause I don't really feel like writing anything else.
Now back to pondering boysex...er, "The Rape of the Lock" and Joycean epiphanies.
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Date: 2006-03-26 12:35 am (UTC)"Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
I guess the good times they were all just killing me." - The Good Times Are Killing Me. Modest Mouse.
I need to finish off some code and I'll have another belated birthday present for you. :g: Also, expect an email shortly re: ireland. bwee.
Good Times
Date: 2006-03-29 07:48 pm (UTC)Strawberry jam and pecan pie. Cello music by Bach, on the iPod they gave him, the one they said was his. Sleep, real sleep when the dreams weren’t bad. The way she’d looked, the way she’d moved, when he had been able to gaze on her without hunger, or at least hunger only of a different kind.
Now he is himself again, and human life nourishes his body just like it used to. But he drops the dry husks unsatisfied, craving something lost, gone before he even knew he had it.