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I do not need spoiler space or other precautions to say, "Dear P&C, fuck you," do I? no, really. fuck you. pages 357-8, guys, really, and subsequently the epilogue. I want to slap someone with them. shit. ~ I'm not even angry or disappointed or anything, just kind of queasy. godsdammit, *why* can PTerry speak of the same thing, essentially, in about a paragraph, and sound a 1000 times more convincing and true and *not* leave the reader with a sickening feeling of being stranded in a vast desolate space..? *grumble* ~ still... blood, ivory & charcoal. and, just maybe, a rose. *sith* ~ ... ~ maybe my corrupted Western mind cannot embrace concepts more refined, but it *can* come up with a way to play it decently at least. #-S oh, and the comments are spoiler/speculation-ridden '-) Tags: p&c
mood:  cranky
sound: Gravity
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the week is over, and there's much to whine write about, BUT nothing makes one's morning like a P&C appreciation, so '-) of course, it has made ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) sadtranslations, because Russian versions are, at times, a pain to read, but it is there. which cannot fail to please, for Preston & Child are good and deserve to be recognized in both hemispheres. they are so good that even my inverse advertisement talent has not killed it for 3 dear friends. dig in, there's gold to be found '-) ~ a-and now - the fuck?!! apparently Russian translation of The Ice Limit does not end with the words, "It's sprouting." apparently there is a couple of pages [!] more, apparently shedding some light on the 'how the hell?!' ending... WTF? no, seriously, WTF? is it the accursed hardcover/paperback difference playing up or something else, and how can one lay their hands on the original of those pages? argh. things like this do wake you right up! [and they did not trans...literate? the name Eli americanized, which is a bonus, but these days it's difficult to determine whether it was a conscious decision or another translation bug, sorry] (and if there ever is a crazy fandom exchange, the two Elis formidable, Cross and Glinn, ought to be there #-) boosted, I leaves. to collect mushrooms. portobello, for the family reunion dinner '-) Tags: p&c
mood:  energetic
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time flies, though I can't say we're having fun, not exactly. there is the war, and job-generated stress, and another major socializing failure, because now I can't stand people on a regular basis. after a few hours together the meatball reaction begins. I also see my motivation quite clearly, and wish I did certain things out of love & compassion for the others, not primarily to secure my own comfort. blah... and even if I intend to continue therapy, at least a few sessions more, that requires communicating with the therapist - or her answering machine, more likely - on the phone, and I'm phonephobic... oh, screw it. screw it very much. I hate everyone but you etc. so, instead of worrying about and above all doing things important I've been, of course, ( reading. )I so need an out_nihil icon... Tags: p&c
mood:  amused
sound: System Of A Down - Old School Hollywood
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tonight is the night when fandoms collide. one: PotC2 soundtrack is awesome. not same awesome as PotC1 OST, but... okay, it's opera. it deserves a prize for the titles alone, and the best parts are the new ones, not theme inserts from the first part. there is organ music in it, so guess who is in love with the sound! two: speaking of sounds. by a wicked coincidence I have read the train scene from The Book of the Dead to the sound of vocalise from The Ninth Gate. oh good Lord. the beauty and infernal calm, the power and passion, the inevitable, unstoppable light tread of doom? perfect. three: the upcoming Discworld Convention programme is ... well, wow. I won't be able to believe all that till I end up in the second row & such #-) with generous amount of cider to keep my feet on the ground '-) four: the sad reason for my craving a tablet & display combo is my fucked up coordination. [and some people suggest I try driving!] anyway... besides hand-shaking-creepy, ( Elfie fools around with airbrushes. )Tags: mine, p&c, pix
mood:  excited
sound: He's A PirateTiesto Remix
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GUESS WHAT I GOT RIGHT ON 06.06.06. guess what I have almost finished skippity-hop-reading by now. oh my God, does it NOT suck..! oh my GOD. it has just burned everything shitty about the day so far away I'd need a telescope to find it. not that I want to #-) I'm so high... the 'I hate everyone but you' feeling replaced by the solid and simple heart-melting 'I love you' one. PERFECTLY HIDEOUS and oh so beautiful and SITH, quite literally!! oh, I sound drunk. ... *boooooooooooook* '-) Tags: p&c
mood:  ecstatic
sound: Natural Selection
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I've been... waiting #-( and trying not to think, and missing people, and sleeping through days, and making user bars. they are... crunchy? my new headset works, all parts of it. I might talk at you online now. omg. said headset had been acquired on my way to the therapist... [1] I have found, after two sad attempts, *the* bus stop I must get down at so I would not have to walk around half the city. the stop the way from which takes me past a stationery & computer accessories shop, so '-) and [2] what with seasons changing and new sights and so on, there are now splashes of bougainvillea the color of diluted blood - and cool white. I wanted to stay there, in the street, and just touch cool paper-dry and thin petals-that-are-actually-leaves... bougainvillea
blooms white today. oh brother,
honestly, green blood? meep... do come. coooome heeeere... *headdesk* Tags: mine, p&c, poetry
mood: cranky
sound: Moogwai - Viola
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I see you as though through a sheet of glass, misted over, frosted, rippled, smooth cool wet... the visions are slippery, liquefying, flowing: two streaks of light out there. repulsion and attraction, terminal, and one should not come too close to your private world of warm fluids, brilliant lights, and sharp things... ah, snap. *counts days* that's addiction speaking... Tags: p&c
mood:  sleepy
sound: Nine Inch Nails - Something I Can Never Have
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... The Book of the Dead hardcover is released in UK. or something along those lines. sorry, me finds it v. amusing at the moment. *flail* that is me, mind, who moves smoothly from an unusual hair color to heterochromia iridis to rifle cleaning within one Google search... mmm, heterochromia iridis. mmm, consistency! that is also me who will look in several books for a [minor] visual reference. I try to avoid that, 'cause then I have the trouble of putting the book[s] down. still. ~ sound: You are one of God's mistakes
You crying, tragic waste of skin
I'm well aware of how it aches
And you still won't let me in
Now I'm breaking down your door
to try and save your swollen face
Though I don't like you anymore
you lying, trying waste of space
Before our innocence was lost
you were always one of those
blessed with lucky sevens
and the voice that made me cry
My oh my...ah, what the hell... ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) vimeslady once asked me just how I found those things. I still do not know. and they still find me. ~ yep, what a waste of [web]space I am tonight. it's raining, though within this rain I'll sleep - slip - dream slipdream, sleepstream of you and summer, summer, summer Tags: p&c
mood: amused
sound: Placebo - Song to say goodbye
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it began with a literary reference. because I've been looking for a more or less complete Lem bibliography, and none of those included The Mask. which is not one of the [most] popular, granted, but still Lem's creation and one of my favourite. ah, Internets. then I have found an essay about female and feminine in Lem's SF, and it did refer to The Mask... and it used the 2002 movie version of Hari Kelvin's name, Rheya. WTF, guys? which Solaris were you about? *facepalm* these apparently small things that make me seek refuge in my head, where stories at least are remembered correctly.rah... speaking of favourites, there's Ravenous. in my most humble opinion it's one hell of a good movie, but you don't have to like it. but please, if you're writing an annotation, synopsis or a reference, please watch the godsdamned movie or at least read about it, well, on IMDb, for one. the next movie summary saying something about Captain Boyd being sent to investigate rumours of cannibalism or suchlike will be pinned to its author. with a crossbow bolt. I'm irrational & pissed off, yeah, well, why must they get it wrong every single time? grrrrrr, world... and then there's the pretty, the beautiful, the [visually] stunning... and I do not comment in copperbadge's journal because once again my perception confuses me. I'm all for beauty and visual pleasure, but things I find beautiful may not seem so to others. and then there's plot & a headache '-) for example, I have read Stoppard's Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, I have seen Stoppard's Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, and I LOVE the latter not in the least because it's one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. Hero? Dead Man? Till Human Voices Wake Us? Picnic at the Hanging Rock? plot there is, but it's the visuals that sweep me away first, imagery telling its own story. Ravenous again, and Willard, and From Hell, and Rubin and Ed. Little Tragedies. Philipp Traum. gods, I'm likely to find pretty in all of them, and it will not be your conventional pretty... er. notice the lack of coherency, which is why the rants are kept here, never to escape. nrr... [I'm so going to see V for Vendetta for red & black, among other things. poisoned eye candy] (and besides lightsabers and maybe hyperspace jumps, Star Wars had never been about special effects to me. they sort of... rushed past #-) ( the obligatory book-related thingy, now in color )real life? there were Knesset elections today. highlights? an albino young man in the line of voters. my forgetting to remove shades to be comparable to the ID photo. wicked deep purple and brilliant green sea afterwards... in a word, stunning. Tags: p&c
mood:  bitchy
sound: Placebo - One of a Kind
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from my junk mail: - see lunacy not twitch, see swag!
- purport it, Transylvania it, college!
- precise on spoof may twinkle.
no shit, guys. acid spam #-) had my ego stroked today, which would've been very nice if not for this semiconscious waiting for people to turn round and say, "Not really, gotcha, sucker!" wonder where it comes from. when I had my self-confidence removed badly damaged. well, fck. people say I'm that good? fine, then '-) and no, we can't really escape. ( book: that feeling you can only say )Tags: p&c
mood:  content
sound: Butthole Surfers - The Colored F.B.I. Guy
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today was pretty much... giggly. my Rincewind syndrome says it's not a good sign. well, duh. our postal service is amazing. I have mailed something to the States about two weeks ago, and the parcel can be anybloodywhere in the world, for all I know. anywhere but in the USA. argh... and our job has stopped being even sickly amusing a while ago, so stuff it. Master Cohen's books seem like a safe haven from here. safe waters. something to look forward to. but meanwhile? ( book, *bzuh*? )~ life... it's out there, isn't it? PS: seriously? I do not know where I'm at. which is a great situation to find oneself in at 28, and so on, and so forth. am working on it, am at least trying... and obsession? is something I do know & am 100% sure of. so here it is. Tags: p&c, rl
mood: amused
sound: guess what
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my desk is clean. that is an unnatural state of matters. a little scary, in fact. but no worries, it won't last... so yeah, that. of scary things '-) yesterday I have experienced a miracle and a lesson in life. the lesson being: don't try climbing down a steep sandy slope in anything resembling high heels. my, ah, descend to the local beach had ended in a wild run & a spectacular face-first sprawl... and the greatest damage? sand getting into my cell phone. nothing broken, sprained or torn. not a scratch. wow. lesson 2: if there are stairs, use them. rah '-) not as much scary as unpleasant: your computer telling you you're out of disk space in the midle of a rip. wtf how did that happen I need another HD aargh... airhead, what. very bloody unpleasant: people around drinking vodka and subsequently behaving like certified idiots. fck. first, in my heart I become all worried when someone close to me drinks too much. secondly, assholes. at least they do bugger off when told so... [ETA: my younger cousin calls our home number. mother picks up. the cousin asks whether she is at home. not yet, says Mom. and they go on chatting. tell me pls who exactly is drunk in this family?!] ~ just desserts: ( ye scary book. )Tags: p&c
mood:  anxious
sound: Govi - High Spirit
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am shaking and crying, am pissed off, and cannot stop it damn. that's my fuckin' problem. and in two more weeks I'll have to explain it all from the beginning to the psychologist who's just called. *deep breaths* I'm really, truly sick of myself. fck... that will teach me to NOT forget to take the meds in the morning? fck. in other news, ( that book. )ETA: saved by nightcrawler_dk. love & kissesss. Tags: p&c
mood:  discontent
sound: Cranberries - Animal Instinct
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my eyes are almost bleeding, so no more drawing tonight. alas. consider glasses?.. (but that ribbon looks effing nice #-) and I've just been scared out of my wits by CD tray gently & unexpectedly sliding out and touching my leg. must adjust the burner's options so's it won't do so again. and on that CD [of 700 MB capacity] went a file of about 707 MB, don't ask me how. see, I tried to compress it further with AGK, set 690 MB size limit, and the result turned out... right, 734 MB. ah, software. at times like this I look at thee and feel a young innocent barbarian again. how ever, on a CD it is now, so I am officially guilty of video piracy. yo-ho. it's a great pity we cannot control our dreams. of course, then some of us wouldn't wake up ever for a long, long time... on the other hand, I'd sleep much easier tonight without Harris's Italian flashbacks possibly waiting around the corner of the conscious. aw, crossfandoms... [have you seen From Hell? some of Fred's visions, when he walks through the twilight London, bumping into people familiar and not, dead and alive, and those he has yet to meet... that's exactly the feeling] tell me a bedtime story?! you walk in my dreams I walk in my dreams through a day and another we go places, and seams unravel too true to be good... oh brother, where the hell are you?! Tags: mine, p&c, poetry
mood: sleepy
sound: Dracula's Wedding in my head
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would you please leave, sir? ah, but you can't, can you? right. would you then, please, try not to stumble over the 'double pulse, cut breath' trigger so often? or at least give a fair warning? thank you. much love, ~E [who apparently is that crazy] PS: do you dance?.. okay, that is it. somebody pls knock me out #-) Tags: p&c
mood: disturbed
sound: *the* waltz
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*curls up* I just cannot draw today. hopefully today only, mind! oh... *curls up tighter* the thing is, I cannot think straight. mind keeps getting sidetracked... ...like that one morning in August 2004, when I passed by Mr Briggs reading a newspaper on a bench in an empty corridor. I kept right on walking, and ate breakfast, and chatted with friends, and everything was all right with the world. yet I still can feel a part of me left curled, cat-like, about that bench. well, what's happening now is worse, and that should paint you a picture. damn. with the painting again. cannot paint with all 5 senses assaulted by perfectly wrong mental imagery. ( wrong! )wonder if a cold drink hellps... Tags: p&c
mood:  drained
sound: the water is wide
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the stressful, shitty, long working week is over, a-and the beginning weekend brings us warm & sunny weather [hello? winter? do come to Israel, fear not...], three black shirts [featuring an FBI logo, zombie-green guns & red roses, and a pretty goth face], and a book... trip... thingy. ( ramble )in other news, I cut my left hand again, grrrr, and I got a pay raise, ha. ~off to make carrrrds. Tags: p&c
mood:  predatory
sound: interpol - obstacle 2
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the film I've been waiting to see all this week? missed all but end credits, because I'm st00pid, what. the... picture thingy I spent several hours torturing last night? had to delete the end result, it was bad bad. [on the plus side, have installed the Equalizer, finally, mmm shiny] the good things I ought to be doing with all the new & old artsy stuff? did not even touch them. because I suck. not for long, hopefully, but still. and the day began so wonderfully well, with a good old V&V naughty idea curled comfortably round my brain... ah, snap! the only good thing about this life deal is the music. mraow... [I have not touched you today not with a hand nor with an eye, and memory I locked away today we walked alone...] P-poetry, confound it! '-) Tags: mine, p&c, poetry
mood:  apathetic
sound: Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Dead man in my bed
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night: press face to glass and look out into you... ah, humanitybecause of family ties, and cut-glass finesse & delicacy, and being too sharp for one's own good... and damn, haven't we been there before? snake-like, arcanum lies coiled between the pages - words lie in thy mouth ...lilac? Tags: cg, mine, p&c, poetry
mood:  listless
sound: simple minds - Dancing Barefoot
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am alive, more or less. maybe will live to see 28 Days Later on TV tonight #-) still, all I can do is lie semiconscious, switch channels, and click on links. cannot even read, so no CoC for poor E #-( [it's black and red and gold, and though I love crimson & silver of Still Life... better, it's still delectable. and proper. the gold slightly smudged, too... perfect. I cannot read it right now, but I remember] the would've-been-boyfriend's mother says she trusts my taste in reading. I wonder... ~ sometimes I feel like a bridge. a traffic bridge in a rush hour. that's the drawback of being omnivorous, of having too many obsessions and never falling out of love. sometimes I wonder... if I stood up & spoke out in all my fandoms, what kind of natural disaster that would be #-) *lurks, having the best of both worlds... and a monster headache* ~ oh, another thing I can do while sick, for reasons unknown: sketch in PainterClassic. behold, then, Elfie the Corpse Child:  ~ meep... Tags: mine, p&c, pix
mood:  blah
sound: My Chemical Romance - I Never Told You What I Do For Living
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bless and curse the Search This Journal thingy, because now with a click I can have *all* the sweet poison served & sorted conveniently... and what do I do when I'm already feeling *weird* about something? why, get a lethal overdose of it. that vulture-like creature crouching in a tree above the stream, waiting patiently for the body of * to float by? that'd be me. an unsavory character... speaking of characters [and I was going to use the word 'people', thought better of it, got " Real people?" sneered back at me], speaking of those tricky characters, two persons probably sharing the view of and approach to sex is not a suggestion/invitation to mindfuck! or any other kind of fuck. er. no, graphic resemblance and sort of positive/negative look is not that either. and do not ask me how mental landscapes from Thud! fit in, because they so awfully, perfectly do... mind like a city, and memory palaces, and - yes, and an entire multiverse... and stray ideas, oh gods or any other powers that be... [gods of choice?] the idea is crazy, period, but also cool. and as I lack the talent/finesse/drive/whatever to do it justice, a stray idea it will remain. hopefully. [ah, the unwritten texts, and critical mass of faith, and ideas coming back/around to bite you you-know-where!] speaking of [semi]original characters, wtf is wrong with this story?! *ages* ago, from the beginning, I knew there was this element. a reference, an *idea*, nothing big, and suddenly right about *now* my subconscious decides to share the insights, and lo & behold, the thing creeps into the limelight. argh! the ever-so-original Grey Zones of temporally frozen & fading reality... *headdesk* I so need a vacation... Tags: bad idea, dw, p&c
mood: cranky
sound: My Chemical Romance - The Ghost Of You
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it is over. all over. what a... terrible state to find oneself in. for it was astoundingly good, and a perfect [fan]girl's dream come true. but it is over, truly. with any luck to be resumed early next year. and that looks scary, written down. next year... too much time for the idea[s] to go crazy in the crowded confines of my head. right now it seems untouchable, like really good complete stories, and at the very same time open, alive, growing... goodness... most likely I won't do anything because I just won't dare, but the thoughts will stay... [oh hell, now that's a good one, of a thought, an idea never seeing the world outside, the light of day... and indeed, if it ever breaks loose, the result will be something else] *headdesk* we're all about bad timing, what... and the missing piece of the puzzle is going to fall into place in about 4-6 weeks from now. like a nightmare before Christmas, an early birthday present. hellp... Tags: p&c
mood:  exanimate
sound: Sarah Brightman & Gregorian Chant Masters - Eden
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[waiting for Pendergast] we're far, oh so far we could probably touch on the other side, world standing still just this once, just for us but six weeks is too much and the waiting would certainly kill but this once, just this once, shall we dance, words and stars twisting tongues and new scars, papercuts ... black & white photographs. ~ alternately, pefect drugs #-) Tags: mine, p&c, poetry
mood: cranky
sound: REM - Walk Unafraid
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...and the addiction progresses. now with flashbacks of Russian sci-fi classics. show, don't tell taken to extremes #-) ~ it's surprisingly heavy for its size. it's black, red & silver. it looks alluring: seductive. and it sounds like a trip... I'm afraid I'll go with it. ~ of mercury and murder and moonlight we so won't speak, o fair wanderer... '-) Tags: p&c
mood:  crazy
sound: pedestrian wolves
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this trick of telling exactly what & how a character is doing, but never how it affects them/what they feel at the moment? esp. in a big story, when it's well-done and subtle and yet stands out among all the little movements and intonation shifts etc. the others display... almost said 'indulge in'. meh. well, it works, but it's maddening. hence the dissection, and the guesswork, and the sucking feeling that in the end you would probably be dead wrong in your assumptions. absolutely maddening #-) of course, it's just a story told, but told so damn well it makes one care... ...and then one does an U-turn and questions her own ulterior writing motives '-) aargh! ... on topic of biased storytelling & reading, it took me a week to get to the middle of one book. and 2.5 days to devour two others of same style and volume. a terrible thing to do... #-) but I do love cats. big cats. um. [and then the retrofandom kicks right in with the visuals, oh gods...] my copy of Thud! is finally here! in my bag! the glorious cover and all..! but it will have to wait till I finish Reliquary. [1] yes, shoot me, you know who you are, but [2] it won't take long, the finishing. E out... Tags: p&c
mood:  high
sound: Moby - Lift Me Up
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is it okay when upon meeting someone essentially good you begin to want to... dissect them? in every way possible? ... methinks not. alas, knowing right from wrong does not always stop one from craving... ah. *rearranges her amazing collection of blue eyes* my bookmark is made of a torn-up drawing, a severed index finger teasing the pages... I'm bad. because of too much good vibrating through my body. Tags: p&c
mood: I feel strange...
sound: Tom Waits - Dead and Lovely
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it's been a long, long time since I was so obscenely happy with a book. that is not to say 'best reading experience evah', but oh, I can describe it in musical references or in terms of sex, which does not seem quite right, but from page 78 on it does feel like a multiple orgasm...thing. somehow I doubt it's all oxygen high #-) PS: still Relic. Tags: p&c
mood: ecstatic
sound: nothing bad ever happens
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accomplished
busy
enthralled
calm
drunk