The Last Imagination

When in doubt, turn to vampires

2008-02-16T04:32:36Z

Ah, classical music.
It infests the soul.
If one has a soul, that is.
It lets you be bitter, joyous, angry, passionate, caring, forgiving, despondent, apathetic, eager, and content all at once.
So many emotions, all of them, at the same time.
It's almost enough to drive a person mad.
And sometimes, it is what helps us retain our sanity.

- - -

On a less I'm-trying-not-to-think-about-everything note . . . MTV was shooting at my work tonight for a documentary. We all thought it was for True Life. What . . . True Life: I Rollerskate? But I didn't work tonight, so I'll find out tomorrow night what it was all about. To think . . . little old Romeoville had MTV shooting in it. Weird? Extremely.

The Historian is an incredible book. OMG. I can't put it down. I know, that's how I usually am, but this is on the same level as The DaVinci Code. To think I've had this masterpiece sitting in my closet for almost three years . . . then again, it does take a lot to get past the first five pages. The intro is just that bad, for lack of word.

On a less interesting note, food is making me sick. The most I've been able to eat at a time is one of the little Yoplait yogurt containers. And I was only able to keep down one of those this evening, and three strawberries I had this morning. My mum found a container of snickerdoodles I brought home form work one evening and I was surprised. I completely forgot about them in a box. She tried one to make sure they're safe, and they are, so maybe I'll be able to eat a few before they disappear.

I need more money to buy books. This is ridiculous. Argh, saving for college. -__-

I'm going back to my book now. Wasting time while burning a CD . . . yeah.

Pessimism vs. Optimism

2008-02-13T01:35:20Z

Keep your doubts.

What if everything you thought was true, just turned out to be someone else's lies?

If you desire to know the truth, you must have the courage to accept it.
I wish you did know the truth, but you probably never will.
I wish things were the way we want them to be, the way they should be.

But all I can do is wait.
All I can do is hurt.
I didn't cry for almost three years. I have a lot to make up for.

This does not belong to you. And it never will.

Things should have ended at the first attempt in the fall. But they didn't. And now I get to pay. I've had enough pain.

One day, all of this will be over.

Brocade and Coffee

2008-02-12T06:14:08Z

Life has taken a turn at the sign pointing towards 'interesting'. I don't know how long it will take to get there, but we have plenty of time.
Meanwhile, a new look was in order.

Royalty

2008-02-09T04:20:18Z

I am Master of the City for a reason.

eloraoftionesta @ 2007-11-30T08:13:00

2007-11-30T14:15:40Z

The Death of Bowie Gizzardsbane

Harsh that hearing for Houston the Raven:
Fools had enfeebled the fortress at Bexar,
Leaving it lacking and looted the while
Hordes were sweeping swift on his land,
Hell-bent to crush him. The cunning old prince
Did not though, despair at danger's onrushing;
Hardy with peril, he held it, perused it,
Reading each rune of it. Reaching the facts, he
Thumbed through his thanes and thought of the one
Whose guts and grey matter were grafted most neatly.
"Riders!" he rasped, "to race after Bowie!"
"Bowie," he barked when that bearcat of heroes
Bowed to his loved prince, "Bexar must be ours
Or no one must have it. So hightail, burn leather!
Hold me that fortress or fire it and raze it.
Do what you can or else do what you must."

Fame has its fosterlings, free of all limits
Boxing all others, and Bowie was one of them.
Who has not heard of the holmgang at Natchez?
Fifty were warriors, but he fought the best,
Wielding a long knife, a nonesuch of daggers
Worthy of Wayland. That weapon had chewed
The entrails of dozens. In diverse pitched battles
That thane had been leader; by land and by sea
Winning such treasure that trolls, it is said,
Closed hills out of fear he'd frisk them of silver.
Racing now westward, he rode into Bexar,
Gathered the garrison, gave them his orders:
"Houston the Raven is raising a host;
Time's what he asks while he tempers an army.
Never give up this gate to our land.
Hold this door fast, though death comes against us."

The flood of the foemen flowed up to Bexar,
Beat on the dam braced there to contain it.
But Wyrd has no fosterlings; favors no clients;
Bowie the war-wise, winner of battles,
Laid out by fever, lost his first combat,
Melting with death. Yet the might of his spirit
Kept a tight grip on the trust he'd been given.
"Buy time my bucks," he told his companions.
"Be proud of the price, our prince is the gainer."
Bold thanes were with him, thirsty for honor,
Schooled well for battle and versed in all weapons;
Avid for slaughter there; each against thirty,
They stood on the walls and struck for their chieftans,
Houston and Bowie, the bearcat of heroes,
Twelve days they ravaged the ranks of the foemen,
Tens, though can't harrow the hundreds forever;
That tide had to turn, Tiredly the thanes
Blocked two wild stormings and bled them to death.
The third had the drive of Thor's mighty hammer,
Roared at the walls and rose to spill over,
Winning the fort. But the foemen must pay,
Heroes were waiting them, hardy at killing,
Shaken no whit, though sure they were lost.
Ten lives for one was the tariff for entry;
And no man got credit. Crushed and split skulls,
Blasted off limbs and lathers of blood
Were the money they soughted and minted themselves-
Worth every ounce of the weregild they asked.

Of every eleven, though, one was a hero
Turned to a corpse there. Cornered and hopeless,
They strove while they yet stood, stabbing and throttling,
Meeting the bear's death, dying while fighting.
Chieftans of prowess, not chary of slaying,
Led and fell with them. Alone by the wall,
Travis, the red-maned, the truest of warriors,
Pierced through the pate and pouring out blood,
Kept death marking time, defied it until
His sword again sank, sucking blood from a foeman.
Content then, he ended. So also died Crockett,
Who shaved with a star and stamped to make earthquakes,
Kimball, the leader of loyal riders,
Bonham whose vow was valor's own hallmark.

Crazed by their losses, the conquerors offered
No truce to cadavers; the corpses were stabbed
In hopes that life's spark would be spared to afford them
Seconds on killing. Then some, taking count,
Bawled out that Bowie was balking them still;
Like weasels in warrens they wound through the fort,
Hunting the hero they hated the most.
Least of the lucky, at last some found him,
Fettered to bed by the fever and dying,
Burnt up and shrunken, a shred of himself.
Gladly they rushed him, but glee became panic.
Up from the grip of the grave, gripping weapons,
Gizzardsbane rose to wreak his last slaughter,
Killing, though killed. Conquered, he won.

In brief is the death lay of Bowie, the leader
Who laid down his life for his lord and ring giver,
Holding the doorway for Houston the Raven,
Pearl among princes, who paid in the sequel;
Never was vassal avenged with more slayings!

- from Silverlock
-John Myers Myers

Samwise the Brave

2007-11-09T13:50:14Z

"It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes, you didn't want to know the ending... because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was... when so much bad had happened. But in the end, it's only a passing of things... this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you... that meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories... had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going... because they were holding on to something."

"What are we holding on to, Sam?"

"That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it's worth fighting for."

- Samwise Gamgee, Frodo Baggins,
The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

eloraoftionesta @ 2007-11-04T22:30:00

2007-11-05T04:40:03Z

I am a pro at procrastinating.
I did not mean for that to be a pun, either.
I was supposed to make this huge post like, two weeks ago,3 weeks, 4, and I've not gotten around to it.
I don't know when I will.

Right now, I am about to go color my hair and study mathematics.

And wait for my phone to ring.

Lemurs

2007-05-11T13:18:37Z

A few weeks ago I was on bbc.co.uk and I found a picture of what I think was a baby lemur, and now I can't find it!
I've searched their archives, the internet . . . and still no sign of my missing baby lemur.
It was cute, too.
A little ugly, but in that cute way.

The Secret of Lost Things

2007-05-10T23:40:52Z

Who knows now what magic is;- the power to enchant
That comes from disillusion. What the books can teach one
Is that most desires end up in stinking ponds . . .

All we are not stares back at what we are.

Only as I am can I love you as you are.

-Auden

eloraoftionesta @ 2007-03-13T07:58:00

2007-03-13T13:58:18Z

Here goes....