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It's been a very odd week, my dad wrote me about how he was looking into buying a secound house so he wouldn't have to live with my mother anymore and then she sent me an email the next day saying how they had a very enjoyable weekend away together for their anniversary. Think she might be in denial a little!
One of my old tards died and I think I'm going to the funeral tomorrow, which is especially worrying, not so much for the funeral, but for potential ex coworker awkwardness. But I really miss my old ladies so I want to go and see them at least.
I had the worst migraine I had in years last night.
I wanted to say something nice about the Lord Dunsany plays I was reading last night. I read a collection from the early 20's. They were wonderful of course. My favorite was one about a group of beggars who dressed up like Gods and then got turned into statues by the real gods. And the one where the kids accidentally gave a prophecy to the king and got his crown. And the one where the thieves tried to pick the pearly gates and get into heaven, and when they finally did their was nothing there except stars. Okay they were all really good. The last one was particularly chilling, especially as it wasn't written in Dunsany's standard Biblical prose but rather in rather common speech. But everyone should read Lord Dunsany. He is by far the most undervalued author of my friends. Especially as he was Lovecraft's favorite author, and everyone seems very fond of him!
Then I read some more HG Wells stories. One was simply called "The Star" it was all about an astronomic collision that led another planet to collide and come very close to destroying the world. The fervor that he used to describe the destruction of most of the planet was really great. It was almost as if he were really enjoying this false apocalypse he'd just invented. I've heard HG Wells was a very pessimistic man, and the more I read of his work. The more I find myself likeing him. I think I might just be a sucker for Victorian writing styles, and old science fiction. I know I'm definitely a sucker for that. Oh the other story I read of his was called "Under the Knife" which was a totally drug induced death trip, that was also wonderfully written. Though not as good as the short story of Dunsany's about the conscious left in the body at the bottom of the river that refused to be buried.
I'm also trying to add more friends to my live journal. Though I feel really odd about adding people without asking them first in person. I suppose that's not really how these things work but I'm new to the whole thing and it still seems a little strange to me.
I must also stop using the word REALLY all the time. Especially as most of the time I can't spell it.
One of my old tards died and I think I'm going to the funeral tomorrow, which is especially worrying, not so much for the funeral, but for potential ex coworker awkwardness. But I really miss my old ladies so I want to go and see them at least.
I had the worst migraine I had in years last night.
I wanted to say something nice about the Lord Dunsany plays I was reading last night. I read a collection from the early 20's. They were wonderful of course. My favorite was one about a group of beggars who dressed up like Gods and then got turned into statues by the real gods. And the one where the kids accidentally gave a prophecy to the king and got his crown. And the one where the thieves tried to pick the pearly gates and get into heaven, and when they finally did their was nothing there except stars. Okay they were all really good. The last one was particularly chilling, especially as it wasn't written in Dunsany's standard Biblical prose but rather in rather common speech. But everyone should read Lord Dunsany. He is by far the most undervalued author of my friends. Especially as he was Lovecraft's favorite author, and everyone seems very fond of him!
Then I read some more HG Wells stories. One was simply called "The Star" it was all about an astronomic collision that led another planet to collide and come very close to destroying the world. The fervor that he used to describe the destruction of most of the planet was really great. It was almost as if he were really enjoying this false apocalypse he'd just invented. I've heard HG Wells was a very pessimistic man, and the more I read of his work. The more I find myself likeing him. I think I might just be a sucker for Victorian writing styles, and old science fiction. I know I'm definitely a sucker for that. Oh the other story I read of his was called "Under the Knife" which was a totally drug induced death trip, that was also wonderfully written. Though not as good as the short story of Dunsany's about the conscious left in the body at the bottom of the river that refused to be buried.
I'm also trying to add more friends to my live journal. Though I feel really odd about adding people without asking them first in person. I suppose that's not really how these things work but I'm new to the whole thing and it still seems a little strange to me.
I must also stop using the word REALLY all the time. Especially as most of the time I can't spell it.