On a less than serious note...Muses may order the hitting of their charges but they need to keep a close check on their word count or they may not realize they are falling behind again...
Yeah.
I went there.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Quote of the Day - Part Two:
Guard: Where'd you get the coconuts?
Arthur: We found them.
Guard: Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut's tropical!
Arthur: What do you mean?
Guard: Well, Mercia's a temperate zone!
Arthur: The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land.
Guard: ... Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate?
-"Monty Python and the Holy Grail"
Arthur: We found them.
Guard: Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut's tropical!
Arthur: What do you mean?
Guard: Well, Mercia's a temperate zone!
Arthur: The swallow may fly south with the sun, and the house martin or the plover may seek warmer climes in winter, yet these are not strangers to our land.
Guard: ... Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate?
-"Monty Python and the Holy Grail"
Observation of the Day:
Waking someone with the same attitude as Paul Revere informing the Americans of the British coming will insure they are there promptly, however it does nothing to assure they are dressed or prepared for it.
Trying to get a vastly important task done by insisting on doing it in the cheapest and most 'cost effective' way will insure the task is never complete and if it is done it will be done in such a manner that renders it pointless and moot.
Making something both idiot and dog proof are quite similar in that they are the exact same procedure; it should also be noted that it requires the subtle touch of a woman for success at the proofing. For illustration points or lack thereof see: Crusades, the Dark Age, Both World Wars and parliamentary procedure.
Trying to get a vastly important task done by insisting on doing it in the cheapest and most 'cost effective' way will insure the task is never complete and if it is done it will be done in such a manner that renders it pointless and moot.
Making something both idiot and dog proof are quite similar in that they are the exact same procedure; it should also be noted that it requires the subtle touch of a woman for success at the proofing. For illustration points or lack thereof see: Crusades, the Dark Age, Both World Wars and parliamentary procedure.
Here you go Dr.Cole! Your answer!
It took cleaning the outside of a pool and zero sleep and caffeine!
But I defined Greek comedy!
Greek tragedy = ending, death, funeral, death of the old way
Greek comedy = new beginning, wedding, new birth, renewal
But I defined Greek comedy!
Greek tragedy = ending, death, funeral, death of the old way
Greek comedy = new beginning, wedding, new birth, renewal
I'm a silly, silly, silly person who has messed up.
Thanks for grace God.
Thanks for providing a Muse.
Just help her on the way home...so you know...she doesn't trip over the piles of letters I wrote and all the crappy art I blamed her for.
Is there a Muse apology course I can sign up for at art school?
Thanks for grace God.
Thanks for providing a Muse.
Just help her on the way home...so you know...she doesn't trip over the piles of letters I wrote and all the crappy art I blamed her for.
Is there a Muse apology course I can sign up for at art school?
Some Items of Note:
I.http://blog.nanowrimo.org/
-The topmost blog is by the guy who did nano radio before it went away. He offers some GOOD freaking advice for first time writers.
Also...his idea of having my characters meet other characters from someone else's story is a freaking AWESOME idea...that sadly won't exactly happen. =/
II. Week one, day one pep talk: http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/node/3363177
-I never get any of these things in my email but they are good.
III. I honest to God have no idea when I actually last slept longer than a few minutes. It is weird and not something I would actually suggest.
IV. If I hear another human being remind me that I *HAVE* to get a job I am going to need someone to restrain me from setting the world on fire with the sheer amount of profane language that will be coming from my mouth.
V. I went to church yesterday and God I missed being around other people who are willing to admit to being religious hypocrites. It also made me miss leading worship with my best friend like crazy...and preaching and actually being useful...
VI. I've been playing Final Fantasy VI and I forgot it is such an amazing game with such a mature story and a well crafted love story.
VII.I have spent the last three hours listening to the 'Best of Electric Light Orchestra' and my life is all the better for it.
VIII. I'm still incredibly depressed over missing the Atlanta pride festival and the chance to do ministry there. I had a gay friend who was sweet enough to send me a news link that mentioned xxxchurch being at the event.
IX.I forgot how much fun it is to use Roman Numerals in making points.
X.I'm writing a somewhat traditional fantasy novel and it scares me, a lot. I swore to never write pure fantasy and it is scaring me. I have plans to incorporate it into the my novel series...but bleh I don't know. I spent hours the other night putting names together by cobbling together English, French, Cornish, Latin and Tolkien Elvish for good measure.
XI. I want to cry. I'm not sure why but I just feel the need to.
XII. I am drinking tea at this early of an hour to try and stay awake to focus.
XIII.If you are still reading this you need a life just as bad as I do. If you find a spare one please shoot it several times and mail it to me so that I might understand this concept better.
XIV. I don't know if I'm doing the numbers right anymore so I'm quitting to make more emails, write more and weep like a frightened little elven girl.
-The topmost blog is by the guy who did nano radio before it went away. He offers some GOOD freaking advice for first time writers.
Also...his idea of having my characters meet other characters from someone else's story is a freaking AWESOME idea...that sadly won't exactly happen. =/
II. Week one, day one pep talk: http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/node/3363177
-I never get any of these things in my email but they are good.
III. I honest to God have no idea when I actually last slept longer than a few minutes. It is weird and not something I would actually suggest.
IV. If I hear another human being remind me that I *HAVE* to get a job I am going to need someone to restrain me from setting the world on fire with the sheer amount of profane language that will be coming from my mouth.
V. I went to church yesterday and God I missed being around other people who are willing to admit to being religious hypocrites. It also made me miss leading worship with my best friend like crazy...and preaching and actually being useful...
VI. I've been playing Final Fantasy VI and I forgot it is such an amazing game with such a mature story and a well crafted love story.
VII.I have spent the last three hours listening to the 'Best of Electric Light Orchestra' and my life is all the better for it.
VIII. I'm still incredibly depressed over missing the Atlanta pride festival and the chance to do ministry there. I had a gay friend who was sweet enough to send me a news link that mentioned xxxchurch being at the event.
IX.I forgot how much fun it is to use Roman Numerals in making points.
X.I'm writing a somewhat traditional fantasy novel and it scares me, a lot. I swore to never write pure fantasy and it is scaring me. I have plans to incorporate it into the my novel series...but bleh I don't know. I spent hours the other night putting names together by cobbling together English, French, Cornish, Latin and Tolkien Elvish for good measure.
XI. I want to cry. I'm not sure why but I just feel the need to.
XII. I am drinking tea at this early of an hour to try and stay awake to focus.
XIII.If you are still reading this you need a life just as bad as I do. If you find a spare one please shoot it several times and mail it to me so that I might understand this concept better.
XIV. I don't know if I'm doing the numbers right anymore so I'm quitting to make more emails, write more and weep like a frightened little elven girl.
I look out my window at the full moon and think that we could very well be looking at the same moon at the same time. Distance and circumstances dividing us as time passes us by.
It's worth a soft sigh and a curious wondering of the reasons as to why...but questions are murmured as the moon sinks on by past the horizon and I'm left here pondering with no answers.
It's worth a soft sigh and a curious wondering of the reasons as to why...but questions are murmured as the moon sinks on by past the horizon and I'm left here pondering with no answers.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
"My Throat is an Open Grave" - Demon Hunter
"This isn't me I used to say.
All the love was so gone.
It feels good to be alive.
I've been dead for so long.
Wake up screaming, I'm awake and dreaming,
and I won't stop breathing until my heart stops beating.
This isn't me, i used to say.
all the love was so gone, It feels good to be alive,
I've been dead for so long."
Antsy, Angry oh What a Day...
Unless a person's heart is numb or dead I think the natural human reaction to sin is anger.
Of course you have to define sin and God being the clever omnipotent being that He is went ahead and sort of didn't break it down in the Bible. After you read it a half dozen or so times you start to get the distinct impression about what sin is:
1.Hurting God.
2.Hurting yourself.
3.Hurting others.
I see the lines in the sand, I see the blood that is crying up from the ground. Speaking in harsh tongues that only God and I understand. It is crying out in protest, in shame, in hate, in anger...crying out against me.
I'm so sick...so sick of everything I've done for me.
Acting so stupid, moving out of turn and trying to...
I just can't find the words to form them because I have hidden them so well.
I wanted...wanted...and needed...needed...
And I got all the lies I asked for.
Gift wrapped and expressed shipped here to me, from you babe.
Everything I ever wanted, everything I ever needed.
And God it makes me so sick.
I want to throw up just to get it out of my body.
I want to bleed out this poison so I can breath again.
Rip open my heart, show you my soul
and make you see me as me.
Not the pretend image you like to dance to.
I want the world to see the real me
and everything I'm not,
just so maybe for once God can shine through.
I'm just living death
crashing through windows
colliding and breaking
and hurting the innocent
just because I am.
Nothing more and nothing less
because I'm everything that I am not
and here I am
just begging,
wanting, needing, praying
just to be freed.
I sought the dream
and laid weeping at my disgrace.
I fought the night
and was broken on my own power.
Every lie I've made,
every last insincerity
I choke on and die
as I lay here hoping for something more.
I can't give anything more than me,
this poorest of poor offerings
because of the misuse and brokenness.
I want to see with these eyes again.
I want to scream your prasies with this voice.
Every wasted minute I want back
as I need You nearby.
I can't stand the corruption inside me,
this beloved cancer I cradel
and make love to
just to push You further from my soul.
Why can't every last block be removed?
How long must I wait for my Love to rescue me?
To save me from this trap of my own doing?
I was caught by my cleverness
and here I lay dying
hoping and praying for something more.
I can wait here crying
feeling the cold hand of dying
or dare to move
and die along the way.
Every breath is bringing me closer
to the climax,
this last moment of life
where my soul shall leave this destroyed shell
and the freedom of Love
and eternity shall wrap His hands around me
and never again,
never will I cry
never will I waste monuments in desecrated silence to you
as I lay here infested with the hate.
No more.
Not again.
Never will this sin resume.
Only love will exist.
Perfect Love to wipe my tears away
as I cling to You
and feel what it is I've sought for my life,
when I find everything I have wanted
in this one moment of freedom.
Of course you have to define sin and God being the clever omnipotent being that He is went ahead and sort of didn't break it down in the Bible. After you read it a half dozen or so times you start to get the distinct impression about what sin is:
1.Hurting God.
2.Hurting yourself.
3.Hurting others.
I see the lines in the sand, I see the blood that is crying up from the ground. Speaking in harsh tongues that only God and I understand. It is crying out in protest, in shame, in hate, in anger...crying out against me.
I'm so sick...so sick of everything I've done for me.
Acting so stupid, moving out of turn and trying to...
I just can't find the words to form them because I have hidden them so well.
I wanted...wanted...and needed...needed...
And I got all the lies I asked for.
Gift wrapped and expressed shipped here to me, from you babe.
Everything I ever wanted, everything I ever needed.
And God it makes me so sick.
I want to throw up just to get it out of my body.
I want to bleed out this poison so I can breath again.
Rip open my heart, show you my soul
and make you see me as me.
Not the pretend image you like to dance to.
I want the world to see the real me
and everything I'm not,
just so maybe for once God can shine through.
I'm just living death
crashing through windows
colliding and breaking
and hurting the innocent
just because I am.
Nothing more and nothing less
because I'm everything that I am not
and here I am
just begging,
wanting, needing, praying
just to be freed.
I sought the dream
and laid weeping at my disgrace.
I fought the night
and was broken on my own power.
Every lie I've made,
every last insincerity
I choke on and die
as I lay here hoping for something more.
I can't give anything more than me,
this poorest of poor offerings
because of the misuse and brokenness.
I want to see with these eyes again.
I want to scream your prasies with this voice.
Every wasted minute I want back
as I need You nearby.
I can't stand the corruption inside me,
this beloved cancer I cradel
and make love to
just to push You further from my soul.
Why can't every last block be removed?
How long must I wait for my Love to rescue me?
To save me from this trap of my own doing?
I was caught by my cleverness
and here I lay dying
hoping and praying for something more.
I can wait here crying
feeling the cold hand of dying
or dare to move
and die along the way.
Every breath is bringing me closer
to the climax,
this last moment of life
where my soul shall leave this destroyed shell
and the freedom of Love
and eternity shall wrap His hands around me
and never again,
never will I cry
never will I waste monuments in desecrated silence to you
as I lay here infested with the hate.
No more.
Not again.
Never will this sin resume.
Only love will exist.
Perfect Love to wipe my tears away
as I cling to You
and feel what it is I've sought for my life,
when I find everything I have wanted
in this one moment of freedom.
Quote of the Day:
"I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by."
-Douglas Adams
-Douglas Adams
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
