while they did live happily ever after

Jade: yeah
I'm on the verge of giving up on typing WP on LJ
just because my instinct is to type "______" even though WP is shorter
he needs a better nickname
I love love love that keestone nicknames her husband Beloved
and of course there's mr. checkers
Em: lol
ahaha
but he's called WP now
oh just call him Hubbie
Jade: oh no
Em: or MyDude
ahahah
Jade: em are you trying to make me throw up again
Em: that was a joke
Jade: :-b
i know
can you imagine the reaction
if i went
I AM NOW GOING TO CALL WP
Em: snicker
Jade: "HUSBY"
AND Y'ALL CAN DEAL
Em: cutiepiebaby
AHAHAHA *makes vomiting motions*
Jade: I literally defriended someone on Facebook because I realized I hadn't spoken to her and years and I was sick about reading about her husby
...and then she tried to friend me back HOW DID THAT HAPPEN
Em: idk you have weird friends
me included
don't worry, if yo defriend me, then i won't come friending you back
IT'S BURNT BRIDGES ALL THE WAY
Jade: FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMES
GASOLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE
...MAYBE PETROL ON YOUR SIDE OF THE BRIDGE I GUESS
Em: DANCING BEARRRRS
Jade: IN THE FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMES
FLAMING HOOPS?
JUMP THROUGH
Em: yes
anyway
back on topic
Jade: *coughs politely*
Em: WP needs a name
Jade: well i mean he has one
Em: online name
Jade: hahahahahahaha
:-b
Em: may I suggest...Costis?
Jade: ...
Em: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Jade: it would
you know
work
Em: I WIN
Jade: technically
speaking
it would be
oh dear
Em: yes
Jade: oh no
Em: YES
Jade: Em
why have you suggested this
it's perfect
oh no
Em: because I am a reprobate and i think we should post this convo to your lh
Jade: but you know Willow LJ Costis would post about it
in the rain with slit wrists
Em: lj ahahaha
Jade: BUT IT'S PERFECT
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Em: mwhhahaaha
I have a solution
You put WP and Costis Ormentiedes in the Tardis and make them one person. Costis is WP in fiction and WP is Costis in nonfiction. then you get your baseball bat to fend off the fangirls and get on lj.
Jade: that is
an excellent plan
Em: then you can stop stressing about babies and adopt _______'s babies. i mean Costis'
so your real baby is actually 7 babies
idk
maybe the septuplets need a younger RL sibling
so it works out



maybe maybe it can be like some sort of variant? or abbreviation? I mean straight-up "Costis" would confuse even me, but, you know, Costis II might be okay. Probably I should save Costis Jr. for later. I can't even believe I'm considering this someone take me to the madhouse

whine whine moan moan complain complain as you will, but I've been in a cummings kind of mood:

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis




and apparently loquaciousquark JUST DISCOVERED Gerard Manly Hopkins and fell in love with him all on her own (even though wait, I totally posted this poem earlier last year wait, look at that first comment there), so here's another one by him:

15. The Caged Skylark
AS a dare-gale skylark scanted in a dull cage
Man’s mounting spirit in his bone-house, mean house, dwells—
That bird beyond the remembering his free fells;
This in drudgery, day-labouring-out life’s age.

Though aloft on turf or perch or poor low stage,
Both sing sometímes the sweetest, sweetest spells,
Yet both droop deadly sómetimes in their cells
Or wring their barriers in bursts of fear or rage.

Not that the sweet-fowl, song-fowl, needs no rest—
Why, hear him, hear him babble and drop down to his nest,
But his own nest, wild nest, no prison.

Man’s spirit will be flesh-bound when found at best,
But uncumbered: meadow-down is not distressed
For a rainbow footing it nor he for his bónes rísen.





SO National Poetry Month is coming up soon and generally I fail at it but I have a CLASS this year so MWAH-HAHAHA guess what we will be doing EVERY DAY I am an evil genius. Anyway, if you have any requests, name 'em here! (Past poems can always be found under the tag.)

HEY TIGERS
WE JUST BEAT THE HELL OUTTA YOU
RAMMER JAMMER
YELLOW HAMMER
GIVE 'EM HELL, ALABAMA

nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh no good pictures up yet oh well have this one 'cause we're also great at this other sport:

I think I begin to understand why poets write love poems and lovers write letters and how they seem to contain such ridiculous effusions because in reality they are honest effusions and love is silly but true.

that is not why I am making this post.

I am making this post because this morning I went to morning prayer at church, and the priest read the homily from today's Office of Readings, and I wanted to post it here for people to see. If Holy Thursday is Christ in the Garden and Good Friday is Christ on the Cross, then Holy Saturday is Christ in the tomb, and that always struck me as a sad empty thing--the Lord is no longer on earth but nor is he in heaven; he descended to the dead.

And then he read this homily to us, and I realized that even in our earthly emptiness, for one day there is joy in hell:

From an ancient homily on Holy Saturday
The Lord descends into hell

( Something strange is happening here. )

so today I was grumpy and hungry and tired and having to drive the van and not even sure the van would run/not blow up on me, and I got in and switched on the radio, and lo and behold, what should be playing but

( song one )

and then it was followed by

( song two )

and as if the radio knew I was having a particularly bad day it ended on

( song three )

probably because my radio loves me or something.

okay so after that it was commercials and I switched and ended up hearing this song and went wow, now I feel twelve again, kay.

(my physical therapist and I were discussing songs the other day while I was lying on my stomach trying to convince my thigh muscle to contract and then lift, and she was like "yeah, [song] always makes me think of a bar...where I was the only person under fifty. Yeah, not a good memory." She is adorable and I love her.)

p.s. I should really post graduation pics and update y'all about my life because stuff has happened. One Of These Days.

p.p.s. oil is gushing into the Gulf of Mexico. oil is gushing into the Gulf of Mexico. and I'm eight hours north of it and even I feel neglected. I can only imagine what the people at the beaches feel like.

A CONSPIRACY OF KINGS REVIEW

( actual title of the post )

four hours, minus half an hour of walking and another fifteen minutes of squeeing to Lovie and rereading scenes

okay okay okay okay okay okay uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum, bad things first:

( four points )

( brief description of the novel )

OKAY SO

SQUEE TIME

( incoherent non sequitors of joy )

( what I loved the most )

( the downside to my favorite part, and ruminations about the next books )

( Eddis and Attolia )

( a few more thoughts about things I liked )

Okay, I think I covered all the main points I wanted to, and everything else can be remembered in the comments. Overall, I really, really loved it, and it's still really, really good, and the ways in which it is lacking are bolstered, at least for fans I think, by the characters.

Remind me to tell y'all my adventures in finding my copy. AND REMEMBER, FEEL FREE TO SQUEE AWAY.

QUARK GOT INTO THE OPTOMETRY SCHOOL SHE WANTED TO GET INTO





( THE STORY )




SO REJOICE HERE, REJOICE THERE, REJOICE EVERYWHERE! YOU CAN ALSO GO REJOICE ON HER LIVEJOURNAL.




QUARKIE MY LOVE

I AM PROUD OF YOU, AND MY MOMMY IS PROUD OF YOU, AND MY SISTER IS PROUD OF YOU, AND WE ALL LOVE YOU VERY VERY MUCH AND ARE VERY VERY PROUD OF YOU.

CONGRATULATIONS!

SPOILERS FOR SERIES IN BLURB CONTAINED IN LINK don't say I didn't warn you

I AM ABOUT TO DOUBLE-POST ONCE I FINISH MY OTHER OSDFLA;SJDFAL;SDF POST ALDKFJASD;FA DSBUT I AM SO EXCITED ALSDKJFLA;SJDFOAISFD I CANNOT CONTAIN MY EXCITEMENTSDKLF;JASLDFKJA;SLDFJSAFD ALSKDFJ;ALSJFOIAEUROIETUOAEJFLAKDJFALSDKJFASLDKFJALKSDFJLASKDFJLASKDJFOIAFAEJLAKSJDFLKJADIFAOSJDFIAOSDJFKALSDJFALKSJDFJI

CONSPIRACY OF KINGS

LK;AJDSFAL;SDJF;ALKJFOAIERUOERJLAKJDSFL;KAJSDFLKAJEOR;IA;DJFKLA;SJFL;ASJFLKA;SJDAKSJDOA

THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH SQUEES IN THE WORLD

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH WHY DID I MISS ALL THIS WHEN IT WAS HAPPENING HOT DAMN
A
SADFKL;ASDFJA;SLDKFJ;ALSKDJF;LADFASDF

p.s. made it back from wedding am safe etc. etc. etc.

KL;JSDALKJFASDSDFKLA;SJFDLKSA SOPHOS KISSING BEARS! SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOS

Happy Mother's Day!













I hope all the mothers on my f-list had a wonderful, wonderful day, in which they were greatly appreciated by their children and got the opportunity to be at least a little lazy and take a break from the normal day-to-day hustle. To all my Moms-away-from-Mom, thanks for watching out for me. Lots of love to all y'all!