the sickly sweet colors of the snakes
Jan. 7th, 2006 10:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lathrielso THIS was the official title of the song I wrote:
The Earth's Gonna Crash into the Sun- I Mean: No Thank You.
I was theorizing that... well, have you ever had trouble speaking to someone? Like, no matter what, they ask you something and in response the words just come out all wrong and sometimes have absolutely no correlation to what you're actually saying? Well, it's happened to me a lot. I don't understand it. Maybe the speech center of my brain just goes on strike for a second. But the title of the "piece" is an attestment to my theory that when we do that, we're actually prophecizing, but we're so confused and a little embarassed by it that we totally ignore and forget it. Not that what we're saying has to be anything so grand as crashing into the sun. But you get the idea.
Or maybe you don't.
Well screw you it's my piece.
Anywho, Ackbar is supposed to be here any time today. Makes my day fun. Essie, please call so I can abandon ship before Phil does. We need: mailbox, door bell, screen door for the porch, storm windows, insulation for the windows, the bathroom sink fixed, the tub drain fixed, the ceiling insulated... and other things. It sounds annoying, and it is, but it's also okay because the maintainence is totally free as per our lease agreement. woo hoo! Now if only the city would give us our garbage cans.
I'm cold and hurty and tired. But I've got fun ideas for My Books! I actually worked on them yesterday! Kind of. I worked on the "timeline." Which is working on the books, because it's basically a summary of events and a few key notes and lines of dialogue interspersed. I won't actually be able to bring myself to write the actual books until I've got the timeline done, or at least know for certain how it all ends.
Oh to be master of a universe.
heh.
The Earth's Gonna Crash into the Sun- I Mean: No Thank You.
I was theorizing that... well, have you ever had trouble speaking to someone? Like, no matter what, they ask you something and in response the words just come out all wrong and sometimes have absolutely no correlation to what you're actually saying? Well, it's happened to me a lot. I don't understand it. Maybe the speech center of my brain just goes on strike for a second. But the title of the "piece" is an attestment to my theory that when we do that, we're actually prophecizing, but we're so confused and a little embarassed by it that we totally ignore and forget it. Not that what we're saying has to be anything so grand as crashing into the sun. But you get the idea.
Or maybe you don't.
Well screw you it's my piece.
Anywho, Ackbar is supposed to be here any time today. Makes my day fun. Essie, please call so I can abandon ship before Phil does. We need: mailbox, door bell, screen door for the porch, storm windows, insulation for the windows, the bathroom sink fixed, the tub drain fixed, the ceiling insulated... and other things. It sounds annoying, and it is, but it's also okay because the maintainence is totally free as per our lease agreement. woo hoo! Now if only the city would give us our garbage cans.
I'm cold and hurty and tired. But I've got fun ideas for My Books! I actually worked on them yesterday! Kind of. I worked on the "timeline." Which is working on the books, because it's basically a summary of events and a few key notes and lines of dialogue interspersed. I won't actually be able to bring myself to write the actual books until I've got the timeline done, or at least know for certain how it all ends.
Oh to be master of a universe.
heh.
