karanguni: (GANDOR family)
With the irrational fuel of a human being forced to be pulled, like the tides, by the moon, I shall do this today:

[] Code [personal profile] sister_coyote's layout for LJ/IJ/DW
[] Write a triple bill across VII/Batman Beyond/Gundam Wing, jotting down ideas and random thoughts and Anger At The World on the etherpad, if you want to watch me work and point fingers/laugh.
[] Code up fic and archive it on And More Slow
[x] Read Estraven and quietly rock back and forth in my chair; the local news and the consciousness of the world makes me want to stand up and write and I am so afraid, somedays, of what-will-be-will-be. "Screw this, when I grow up I want to be like Rusty Ryan."

Also, fic writers/readers, what is your favourite font to read in, and what size?

I have recently been overcome with the strangest and most irrational love for Segoe UI, which is, yeah. Thanks, Microsoft.

Friends

Jun. 11th, 2007 12:10 am
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Were I a saner and more assertive person, I would have long abandoned friends that seem to deem being emotional vampires "all right" in context, so long as their assumptions and assertations make them feel better about themselves, i.e put them in place of the victim, and others in place of the villain. Regardless of logic. Regardless of human etiquette.

Sometimes I think the world lacks compassion, other times, when this happens, I think we have too much tolerance for utter bullshit as it is.

 

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