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01 September 2012 @ 10:21 pm
Love this song, and dredged it up because I was thinking about it in the context of a character, but this is a pretty damn good video.

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Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: Radiohead- Wolf At The Door
21 April 2012 @ 03:20 am
Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clement's.

You owe me five farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin's.
When will you pay me?
Say the bells of Old Bailey.

When I grow rich,
Say the bells of Shoreditch.

When will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney.

I do not know,
Says the great bell of Bow.

Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
And here comes an axeman to chop off your head!
Current Mood: sleepysleepy
08 January 2012 @ 03:00 am
In case of an impending zombie apocalypse, what would be your weapon of choice, and why?

A 1989 Ford Econoline cargo van. It's multi-purpose!
Current Mood: amusedamused
20 August 2011 @ 10:15 pm
Kept having dreams the other night of someone coming into my room, throwing out my nice new stuff and replacing it with old stuff, like eighty-year-old radios.

I'm still here. My sanity, not so much.
Current Mood: awakeawake
Current Music: Metric- Gold Girls Guns
03 June 2011 @ 09:33 pm
Researching Portland, Oregon, Stoli Raspberry vodka, shaved-head hairstyles, and body piercing, drinking Diet Pepsi to try and kill a sore throat, and listening to Seabound. The brainmites are at it again.
Current Mood: sleepysleepy
Current Music: Seabound- October Song
Character idea nomming the hell out of my brain, though not quite sure what to do with it. It involves dead sorcerers and old folk magic.

From http://www.mysteriousbritain.co.uk/folklore/phantom-black-dogs.html:

Gallows sites (often crossroads) were also common black dog haunts, the black dog was often seen as the spirit of the executed criminal, such as the dog said to haunt a gallows site in Tring, Hertfordshire: An old woman was drowned for witchcraft at Tring in the year 1751. A chimney sweep was held responsible in part for the killing, and was hanged and gibbeted near to the place of the crime. A black dog came to haunt the place where the gibbet stood, and was seen by the village schoolmaster. He described it as being shaggy, as big as a Newfoundland, with long ears and a tail, eyes of flaming fire and long teeth. It is interesting to note that at first the black dog appeared as a standing flame. Flames and scorched earth being another aspect associated with sightings.

Also as an aside, one of the most disturbing historical ghost tales in my memory had an illustration of a skeleton in a gibbet to go with it. It still creeps me out to this day. Funny, I don't remember much else about it, just the gibbet. I may have to go looking for some of those old books of ghost stories, just to see if I can find it again. I feel like I'm getting back to my roots, looking at this old stuff and remembering the stories that really stuck with me from that far back...
Current Mood: artisticartistic
Current Music: Apoptygma Berzerk- Burning Heretics
11 May 2011 @ 01:37 pm
Sitting home in the dark, staring at the screen and listening to melancholy music is probably not nearly as productive as one would hope. Introspection never seems to lead anywhere good. :>

Also, I could probably use some curtains, if I'm committed to the whole "sitting in the dark" thing. "Sitting in the murky, semi-dilute and only partially blocked early afternoon sun" doesn't have nearly the same gothic impact. Though at least it's overcast.
Current Mood: lethargiclethargic
Current Music: Anders Manga- Bloodletting On The Kiss
18 April 2011 @ 01:51 am
Nothing like random out of nowhere spam-journal friendings to make me remember that I've still got this. Yeah, I haven't had much to say lately. But I'm still around, and actually considering shifting things around a bit, possibly a new journal. Haven't decided yet, but the itch is there even if the community has become somewhat ghost-town-ish.

Doing a lot over at Facebook, but posting size is limited and the flow is...very fast. Things change and get left behind very quickly. Twitter? Pass. There are things I like and things I hate about LJ, but the fact of the matter is, I kind of miss blogging, being able to actually detail out my thoughts rather than restricting myself to 420 characters that will stay on my page only a day or two before they're scrolled off into oblivion. Combined with the fact that lately, I've had to put some thought into my online identity, and consider professional AND personal stuff, and maybe it's time to shuffle things around a bit.

But until then, just a reminder that I'm still here, more or less. :>
Current Mood: sleepysleepy
Current Music: Morrissey- Piccadilly Palare
29 August 2010 @ 11:22 am
Just as an aside. I very well may go batshit and rack up a six-state killing spree if people around me don't stop WHISTLING. It's like they can sense that the sound goes through me like chewing tinfoil and do it purely to piss me off.
Current Mood: infuriatedinfuriated
12 August 2010 @ 09:08 pm
What is the BIGGEST lie you've ever told?

"I'm okay."
Current Mood: thoughtfulthoughtful