Sep. 26th, 2008

karanguni: (CLAIRE is amazed)
OCTOBER IS COMING. That means [livejournal.com profile] yuletide. \o/

So, multiple-time Yuletiders on the flist: ARE YOU EXCITED. I am excited. I am so excited that I don't even care that the official admin call for prompts hasn't gone out yet. Yuletide is fandoms' feel-good happytimes. God. I want to write my recipient a huge-ass fic this year, and I don't even really know how much/what I'll be really offering. *twitches*

Anyone who hasn't done Yuletide before? Do it this year, oh please, please do. Because it will make you happy. Trillions of happy.

[edit] OH MY GOD LIKE MAGIC, THE MODS POST. CHRISTMAS COMES EARLY.

Meanwhile, a song by Harvey Danger: Happiness Writes White. To anyone who's ever kept a crazy schedule or for anyone who's happy or been in love - is a good song. Has awesome happy piano noises. *approves*

Alsowik: Tori Amos - Happiness is a Warm Gun. Give this one a chance; the synth keyboard and her vocals and the lyrics are ready to slay if you don't mind the experimental nature and (anti-)gun message. Mother superior jumped the gun, oh, mother superior jumped the gun. I need a fix / I need, oh I need / Mother superior jumped the g-g-gun.

 

A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax