Slickest Lateshift to Date

01:14 / 31.08.07

Y'know, eventually they're going to stop airbrushing Reed Richard's stretchmarks.

01:18 / 31.08.07

It's all airbrushing these days.

What? You expect the Invisible Woman to invisible them away?

Yes. Yes I do.

The Ivisible Man went shopping and asked the sales lady what she thought of the suit he was going to buy. She replied, "It's nice, but I just cant see you in something like that."

All Acting Regiment

01:29 / 31.08.07

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01:31 / 31.08.07

Wow. I needed that more than I knew. Nothing like a corny joke to kick the night up a notch.

01:31 / 31.08.07

Um.. not really. Not even a bit. How are you?

01:32 / 31.08.07

Thank you. Made that up on the spot. Just for you.

01:35 / 31.08.07

Apparently, V, the gag had a big impression on a number of people. Unless that was a test of the emergency broadcast system in your area.

01:39 / 31.08.07

I think A.R. may be drunk. Im getting that impression.

01:42 / 31.08.07

Sorta gathered. But, then, I thought that wasn't entertaining enough. Imagine 'dddrruuuunnnnkddrrruuunnnkdrruuu...' as the new storm warning klaxon cry!

01:44 / 31.08.07

I believe I would be taking an axe to that klaxxon. Yes, I most definitly would. YOu see, chances are I would be drunk and the paranoia that it was talking about me would set in.

01:51 / 31.08.07

Hello, My Children!

One hour and ten minutes away from the sweet, sticky scent of freedom. The Barbehive buzzes in my brain but it all feels like call waiting until I get home for proper-like.

Have you been eating souls and infecting brains like you're expected to, my darlings?

01:53 / 31.08.07

But maybe it's celebrating your state!

Well, maybe not.

01:54 / 31.08.07

Hi Papers!

No I've only been eating chocolate and drinking wine.

01:55 / 31.08.07

I suspect my chocolate had a soul in it. Or nougat. I have some trouble telling the difference.

02:00 / 31.08.07

If Jewel sings about saving it, its not nuggat.

02:10 / 31.08.07

If Jewel sings about saving it, KILL IT UNTIL IT BLEEDS. *shiver*

It's been a very good day/evening at work - relatively steady with the people, lots to do, but not overwhelming. All the library patrons coming in weren't pains in the ass, either, which was refreshing.

I have no wine and no chocolate at my place. I have ice cream, so I may have that, though I'm not entirely sure I'm in the mood for it. I should probably pick up some liquor to keep in the liquor cabinet at some point soon, though. You know. To have a little something while I do the scribbling.

I keep having flashes of the Victorian professor-adventurer, Pascal Papyrus, and I'm left wondering who he is, exactly and precisely. I should make some notes.

02:23 / 31.08.07

I have a weird urge to hear someone sing Kill It Till It Bleeds. Don't know the lyrics, the music, but maybe Nico? Luther Vandross?

02:27 / 31.08.07

ugh... I just got sick from too much chocolate.

02:34 / 31.08.07

For some reason, I'm hearing "Kill it until it bleeds" as sung by the Dave Clark Five.

Willie Nelson

LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?�?
Let us go and make our visit.

huh? Wuzzat?

I think we have lyrics.

Refrain, anyone?

02:46 / 31.08.07

ugh..not me. Evrything I try to write for it sounds like it should be sung by Danzing.

02:48 / 31.08.07

The zingier version of Glen Danzig?

Y'know? I'd pay money to see Danzig jumping around in tight pants doing a pseudo cheerleader act. He could, in fact, just cover Jump and imitate the video. Real. Money.

02:56 / 31.08.07

I'm fairly certain we can't call The Love Song for J. Alfred Prufrock a song titled "Kill it until it bleeds."

That is, that said, one of my favourite poems.

03:01 / 31.08.07

Never could do Eliot. It's like a mental block. Possibly a willed mental block.

Unless it's George Eliot. Her I like.

What makes it work for you, if I may ask?

03:13 / 31.08.07

I know its early..but Im off to bed. g'night all.

03:24 / 31.08.07

Night, Venger.

03:28 / 31.08.07

The rhythm is wicked, the metaphors inspired. It DANCES.

In fact, I felt compelled, just now, to find his COLLECTED POEMS, which seems to have gone AWOL. Possibly, I'm just tired and blind, but I luckily have a copy of Prufrock in 20th Century Poetry & Poetics. His lines build on each other, acquiring almost terminal velocity.

03:31 / 31.08.07

FUCK! Where'd that book go? I've got all the Ann Sexton and Arthur Rimbaud on hand that you could possibly need, but no Eliot.

03:54 / 31.08.07

Will not the Rimbaud and Sexton sate for the night?