Quote of the day, 3/18/10

Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go.

--e. e. cummings

"I'M NOT YOUR FRIEND, BUDDY!!"

"But Doc, it feels so good when I stop."

Harold Bloom IS my sister!

From everything I've read, from the anecdotes that I've heard, from the fanvids I've watched, from the dreams I've had, especially those that involve my going back to school and/or losing teeth, Harold Bloom is an intellectual who cares deeply about maintaining standards. He is one of the few people in academia that has the courage to say that JK Rowling is cliched, and that is a message that benefits all writers, including JK Rowling, because it gives her something to strive for. It does not surprise me that there are many so-called writers unable to respect the integrity of their Structure. It does not surprise me that there are many academics who are unable to hear what Harold has to say when being against the decay of everything good and pure about the Canon and Civilization is called ""pompous" and "reactionary" and "chode-esque." When people who read Harry Potter can only defend themselves by saying "well, at least it's better than 'Twilight.'" When four out of five absinthe-addled penguins can write better than Stephanie Meyer with one flipper tied behind their backs. As if there is any logic in that. As if Twilight is "literature." As if penguins would even drink absinthe if it weren't for the international cartels flooding Antarctica with the stuff. It is saddening but not surprising.

Anyway, I think we've all had our say here. I am not interested in continuing this conversation. In fact, I'm not even interested in starting a conversation. I don't care to be "deconstructed" by the posties, thank you VERY much. This conversation is over. Over! LALALALALALALALALALALA ---beeeeeeeeep--

"Going On"

thanks, fastlad. x

By the way, for whom it may concern:

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I'm admittedly a half-assed pagan at best these days, much less actually Hindu (holy appropriation, Batgirl!) but I do know this much:

"Kali is not your personal army."


source


The Dark Mother, Devourer of Time, Destroyer of Worlds, bloody goddess of Chaos who tears away all illusions? Pretty much not a good idea to invoke unless you really know what you're asking for. Because, if you're the sort of person who wilts when someone you've been flaming on the Internets returns fire? I don't think you're quite ready for that kind of blowback.

Just saying.

Python of the day, 7/25/08

p.s. Dear allies of various sorts: you know,

there's really no need to do this, either.

How I'm feeling right now

Kind of like this.

"Death comes to us all, Mary Agnes"

Jesse Helms is dead.

"no comment," because, well, you know what they say.

...it really is the great equalizer, isn't it? Whatever else in this
world, no matter how wonderful or how awful you are, it's the one
thing that's guaranteed. Sooner or later. In his case, later. (He
was 86).

...aaaaannnnnnnnndddd....

yeah. I said "no comment," didn't I.

-bites tongue really hard-

Oh, yeah.

Happy Independence Day.

The troll encapsulated.

Some people go to the Bible for their clever and profound illustrations of Universal Truths; others find Shakespeare more satisfying. Being of more vulgar stuff, I find this suits my current needs, once more, with feeling:

Quote of the day, 6/4/08: complete anorak edition (well, one of them...)

We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!

also

I am so cool, you could keep a side of meat in me for a month. I am so hip, I have difficulty seeing over my pelvis.

and

[The Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal is a] mind-bogglingly stupid animal. It thinks that if you can't see it, it can't see you. Terribly daft, but very, very ravenous.

--Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

Quote of the day, 5/20/08

MAN:

(getting up from a deckchair and screaming with indignation and rage:
he has a knotted handkerchief on his head and his trousers are rolled
up to the knees)

Well I, I think that, er, nobody who has gone abroad
should be allowed back in the country. I mean, er, blimey! Blimey! If
they're not keen enough to stay here when they're 'ere, why should we
allow them back, er, at the tax-payers' expense? I mean, be fair. I
mean, I don't eat squirrels do I? I mean well perhaps I do one or two
but there's no law against that, is there? It's a free country.

(enter a knight in amour)

I mean if I want to eat a squirrel now and again,
that's me own business, innit? I mean, I'm no racialist. I, oh, oh...

(The knight is carrying a raw chicken. The man apprehensively covers
his head and the knight slams him in the stomach with the chicken)...

--Monty Python (what else?)

Wednesday get-your-groove-on

See if you can spot the theme.

ETA: fuckit, it's this: Got into a Master's program in counseling in the Bay Area; and so, am goin' back to Cali (to Cali, to Cali, I do think so) in just a few short months. So will probably be posting more sporadically for...a while, starting...soonish.

Quote of the day, 4/28/08

Nick: My simple child reaction of what you did is that you are not funny. Funnier than you is even Stuart Schlossman, who is my friend, and is eleven, and puts walnuts in his mouth and makes noises. What is not funny is to call us names, and what is mostly not funny is how sad you are, and I'd feel sorry for you if it wasn't for how dull you are. And those are the worst-tasting potato chips that I've ever tasted. And that's my opinion from the blue, blue sky.

--A Thousand Clowns

Quote of the day, 4/27/08

Otto: How do you do, Mrs Leach? I'm Harvey Manfren... jensen. I'm, uh, with the CIA.

Wendy: The CIA?

Otto: That's correct, ma'am. I was, uh, just telling your husband here, before I, uh, had to go to your beautiful bathroom, we've got a high-ranking KGB defector in a safe house near here. We're debriefing him as of now and just...checking houses in the neighbourhood.

Wendy: For what?

Otto: For KGB.

Wendy: Is there any danger?

Otto: No, no, no, no. No, uh...No. No, not now. We, uh...We just wanna keep everyone informed. So, Archie, thanks for the drink. Sorry to have troubled you.

Wendy: Keep everyone informed?

Otto: So there's no panic, ma'am.

Wendy: But isn't it a secret?

Otto: You have no idea how secret.

Wendy: Then why are you telling everyone?

Otto: ...It's a smoke screen?

Wendy: What?!

Otto: Double bluff. --Look, you obviously don't know anything about intelligence work, lady. It's an X-K-Red-27 technique.

Wendy: My father was in the Secret Service, Mr. Manfredjinsinjin, and I know perfectly well that you don't keep the general public informed when you are "debriefing KGB defectors in a safe house."

Otto: You don't?

Wendy: Not unless you're congenitally insane or irretrievably stupid, no.

Otto: Don't call me stupid.

Wendy: Why on earth not?

Otto: Oh, you English are *so* superior, aren't you? Well, would you like to know what you'd be without us, the good ol' U.S. of A. to protect you? I'll tell you. The smallest fucking province in the Russian Empire, that's what! So don't call me stupid, lady. Just thank me.

Wendy: Well, *thank* you for popping in and protecting us.

--A Fish Called Wanda


also

"Where are you going, my pretty maid?"
"I'm going a-milking, sir," she said.
"May I go with you, my pretty maid?"
"You're kindly welcome, sir," she said.
"What is your father, my pretty maid?"
"My father's a farmer, sir," she said.
"What is your fortune, my pretty maid?"
"My face is my fortune, sir," she said.
"Then I can't marry you, my pretty maid."
"Nobody asked you, sir," she said.

--traditional

Quote of the day, 4/22/08

Bunch of wanna-blessed-be's. Nowadays every girl with a spice rack and a henna tattoo thinks she's Sister to the Dark Ones.

--Willow, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Dude, seriously, though: is the moon in "Show Your Ass," or what?

Just, it's been kind of an -interesting- week or so, you know?

Quote of the day, 4/19/08

Gloucester: They do me wrong, and I will not endure it!
Who is it that complains unto the king
That I (forsooth) am stern and love them not?
By holy Paul, they love his Grace but lightly
That fill his ears with such dissentious rumors.
Because I cannot flatter and look fair,
Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and cog,
Duck with French nods and apish courtesy
I must be held a rancorous enemy.
Cannot a plain man live and think no harm,
But thus his simple truth must be abused
With silken, sly, insinuating Jacks?

...I cannot tell: the world is grown so bad
That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
Since every Jack became a gentleman,
There's many a gentle person made a Jack.

...I would to God my heart were flint like Edward's,
Or Edward's soft and pitiful like mine:
I am too childish-foolish for this world.

--some Patriarch writing about some other Patriarchs, don't worry about it, nothing to do with you, really, you're golden.

Friday Get-Your-Groove-On: Same Ol' Tune Edition