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Richard's Journal  I love this series. It's totally cheesy, cliche ridden fantasy; and not at all loyal to the books, but it's thoroughly enjoyable anyway. And I think this is possibly the hottest scene in any fantasy TV series ever, whichever way your bread is buttered: Current mood:  horny.
Julia, is sex our revolution To tell me ignorance isn't bliss Seems somewhat hit and miss And it's not enough, to tell me about your life As if I can cure your pain Without any prior commitment from you And when they crush our contentment Take away our individuality Our hopes, our dreams, our spirituality Will freedom through hedonism and lust be enough Can it protect us the way true love would Whatever that may be When you say things like that I doubt this worthy course That you have decided I am part of Being your lover may not be enough for me But it will do for now Current mood:  confused.
So, I just got home from visiting the old peoples’ home my Nan is staying at and it was almost like the set up of a comedy sketch. The good news is my Nan has made a vast improvement since she moved in there. She looks a lot healthier and seemed to be the most cognizant of all the pensioners. In fact she was rather witty and on the ball. Although…she has managed to convince herself that she works there. To amuse me she gave me insight into her fellow inmates, which, although I realize dementia is no laughing matter, managed to crack me up immensely. The way she delivered it would have been at home at a Slimelights after party. There is one woman, who my Nan has affectionately dubbed the tissue lady, that takes to folding up tissues down the side of the chair, and several times a day takes them out and meticulously counts them. There is an over friendly old man who walks right up to you when he talks, flirts with the ladies, and apparently let’s himself into other patients’ rooms. Another lady doesn’t speak a word to anyone, opting instead to stare into space, rebuffing over-friendly man’s attempts at conversation with her. A ‘smelly’ man who sweats profusely all the time. And a third lady, who my Nan believes plays up on purpose; she complains about everything, waves at the trees outside, accuses any visiting relatives of stealing her handbag, and today demanded that I take her for a ride on my, non-existent, bike. The latter request almost causing a punch up with my Nan who started yelling ‘lay off you stupid woman’ at her. It’s nice to know that she’s retained her personality, even if it is a catty streak. When I move back to London I hereby vow to comeback to Coventry at least bi-monthly to visit her. Current mood:  amused.Current music: Black Cherry - Goldfrapp.  ( The Horror of Beauty ) Current mood:  awake.Current music: Crystal Castles. So it's been two years since I left the Dominion and it seems I can finally enjoy Queen again. So here's to the future, hear the cry of youth! Current mood:  grateful.Current music: QUEEN. My insatiable craving for fantasy has led me to watching the amazing miniseries Tin Man on TV Links. It features an awesome sorceress who is a cross between the Wicked Witch of the West and Edea from Final Fantasy 8. I think she may well be my ideal woman:   Also, I monstered my first LARP event in over two years this past weekend. It was set in a mental institute and I played a mentally retarded, psychic, ex-special agent, who was possessed by the spirit of a five-year-old Victorian girl with a penchant for predicting the future through crayon drawings. So easing myself gently back into the role-play world then. Current mood: amused.Current music: Viva. La Woman! - Cibo Matto. Well in your growing up process you missed the fundamental rule of life Live and let be, others walk different paths to you Some of us may never have children but that does not make us selfish Or mean we are some how inferior to you Maybe our ideas, our fantasies are our children Maybe we change the world whilst you simply populate it To you growing up is to shed these trivialities and face the truth To us our fantasies are lies that become truth through our belief How else is truth born? Well in your democratic process you seemed to have missed the point Free speech for all, equality regardless of class, race and gender We don't want to be your glorified slaves, or their immoral masters Bound to a system which spits in our face Maybe our hopes, our dreams are imprisoned by your limited concept of reality Maybe your 'democracy' is just a mask for your capitalist ethic; are we what we own? To you growing up is giving in and accepting the prison you built To us we can see rebellion rising in the minds of sheep And we wonder what they are waiting for? Well naturally as we strive to be infallible we missed the basic fallacy Of the beauty myth meant to distract and define us We know the media made 'male' and 'female' And created celebrity worship to confuse and conceal Maybe our visions, our truths are not objective Maybe your ideologies will fall flat on their faces To you everything is genetic, fatalistic and inescapable To us utopia is seeming more and more possible As your generation's lies fade into the grey I think that old men wish that the children didn't know That the truly wise stay forever young Current mood:  apathetic.Current music: Rumours - Fleetwood Mac. Bah! Screw this reading online business. It's making my eyes bleed. And it takes way too long to load anyway. Guess I'll actually buy American Gods then. Current mood:  tired.Current music: Smashing Pumpkins Best Of. So, lately I’ve become a complete recluse. I’ve been having a few issues with my health that has made me less eager, at this moment in time, to dance around the social playground of the London underground realm. I’m also completely apathetic towards some of the childish behavior I would usually tolerate, so have opted to just stay away for a while. However, don’t forget me as I plan on being reborn a social phoenix when the sun is shining again (both figuratively and literally speaking). If any one wants to meet up with me and get a full story…you can always phone me. I never seem to be able to be anything but cryptic on LJ anymore. The good news is I’ve started writing fantasy fiction again. It’s still too premature to show any one but hey…it’s a start. Also, with a little help from Madi, I managed to procure a computer off Freeserve. It makes me feel like I’ve warped back to being a teenager again - what with having Windows 98 on it - but it WAS free. Anyway, once I get around to writing some features I’ll post them up here. Also, how lame is the leap year rule about women being ALLOWED to propose to men today. It's fucking ridiculous that people still restrict their own behavior by how their gender is meant to act. I can't believe people still follow these rules. Ding ding 21st century everyone off! Current mood: apathetic.
Damnit, Die So Fluid are supporting My Ruin and I cant go because I have to work a night shift! I've been in love with Die So Fluid since I stumbled across them when I worked at the Garage. I still listen to Spawn Of Dysfunction all the time. Fucking work! I will find a way to go to more gigs this year. I will, I will, I will. Ironically I don't care so much about My Ruin anymore. Ironic because I used to be OBSESSED with them. To the point where Tairrie B gave me a 'Infant of Prague' pendant and thanked me in the album cover of 'To Britain with Love..'. I just feel that since their second album they have lost everything I found captivating about them in the first place. They used to seem so raw to me. Full of feminine fury. Now they have morphed into a rather bland metal band, grunting about how God is a moron. What's more the alternative music media like Terrorizer and Rock Sound (*Groan*) seems to love them now. Always a bad sign! It's a shame because I still hear that Tairrie B is as dedicated to her fans as she always was. In other news. How good does this look? http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fusea I love Skins. I think it's the only TV series to even come close to showing what late teenage life is like in the UK. I was skeptical when i saw the original ads for it but it's so much more beautifully dark than I anticipated. I adore it that much that I may even get off my lazy arse and tune my TV to watch it. It's been a long time since terrestrial TV offered anything worth watching. Current mood:  disappointed.Current music: Spawn Of Dysfunction - Die So Fluid. |
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