annundriel: ([gk] All We Can Do)
Finally finished reading Generation Kill. It only took me so long because I kept getting distracted by other books.

It was very good and I enjoyed it a lot. Definitely interesting to see what they didn't include in the mini-series.

The epilogue and afterword made me a bit depressed, though. )

And now I'm giving Suzanne Collins' The Hunger Games a go.
annundriel: ([cplng] Could Use a Drink)
I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Warm wishes to all my friends, wherever they may be and whatever they may celebrate. ♥
annundriel: ([spn] Team Free Will)
From [ profile] shetiger: When you see this message, post in your journal with your favorite Season 5 SPN quote.

"Cas, not for nothing, but the last person who looked at me like that...I got laid."

Golly, Dean. I think Cas is the only person who looks at you like that...

Not necessarily my favorite quote, but one I love. It's too hard for me to pick a favorite.
annundriel: ([spn] These Are Our Interested Faces)
I am having a not so happy day.


01. Adam Rex's The True Meaning of Smekday, which I already recced over here.

Here is a moment from when Gratuity, the protagonist, first meets J.Lo:

"Then...then...I will have onto shoot with my gun!"

I jumped back, palms up. In all the excitement, I hadn't thought of that. My eyes darted to where his hips would be, if he had any. I frowned.

"You don't even have a gun!"

"Yes! YES!" he shouted, nodding furiously, as though I'd somehow proven his point. "NO GUN! So I will have to...have to..."

His whole body trembled.


I fell into a row of shelves. That one was new to me.

"Shoot forth the lasers?"


"You can do that?"

The Boov hesitated. His eyes quivered. After a few seconds he replied, "Yes."

I squinted. "Well, if you shoot your eye lasers, then I'll have no choice but to...EXPLODE YOUR HEAD!"

"You humans can not to ex--"

"We can! We can too! We just don't much. It's considered rude."

The Boov thought about this for a moment.

"Then...we are needing a...truce. You are not to exploding heads, and I will to not do my DEVASTATING EYE LASERS."

"Okay," I agreed. "Truce."

- p. 22-23

02. Misha Fucking Collins:

Click. It gets bigger. ;)

This picture still does things to me: )

Oh, and how about that one really distracting gif, too: )

03. DiNozzo/McGee, and NCIS' recent episode "Guilty Pleasures", which, I swear to God, had to have been the showrunners saying, "Here, Michael Weatherly, run with your 'DiNozzo and McGee are in lurve' idea."

OMG. That first scene? I almost literally flailed myself off the bed. Guys, just sleep together already. You'll be happier after, I promise.


04. My ringtone, since I got my iPhone last summer, is the beginning of the Bad Horse Chorus from Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along-Blog. (Up until "'s high-ho Silver! Signed Bad Horse...")

05. [ profile] trademybike sent me CDs of the band Elbow. I've only listened to one so far, but I really like them. I love it when people send me tunes.

Ugly Betty

Mar. 24th, 2010 11:49 pm
annundriel: ([ub] Take Me the Way I Am)
Million Dollar Smile )

Because certain things on Ugly Betty vaguely remind me of this, I'm going to take the opportunity to recommend Steve Kluger's Almost Like Being in Love.

It's about Travis and Craig, who fall in love their senior year of high school. The spend the following summer together before attending their respective colleges. They keep in touch for a while, but then begin to drift apart. Twenty years later they're both living pretty great lives. And then Travis realizes he's still in love with Craig and has to do something about it.

The story switches POV and is told in narrative as well as letters and e-mails and collected bits of writing. I kind of adore Travis and Craig and the book over all. It's a quick read, not too heavy. It makes me happy.

I'll leave you with a bit from Travis' narrative:

I don't know why I did it. It wasn't even premeditated. Kerry Fusaro was singing "Almost Like Being in Love" and all I had to do was wait for a cue from Craig and push a flat onto the stage. Period. We've done it a hundred thousand times before. But one of the baby-blue spots picked that moment to spill over into the wings and light him up--all 5-foot-8 of him, holding his clipboard and wearing his white T-shirt and winking at me with the one-dimple smile that nobody but yours truly ever gets, with the little crinkles around the corners of his eyes. DEFCON 3! DEFCON 3! The next thing I knew, I was wrapping my foot around the brace so that the damned flat wouldn't move, just before I heard myself whispering (in a terrific impersonation of panic), "Craig, it's stuck!" What's the matter with me?! Naturally I got the one-dimple thing again while he moved behind my marks and slid his arms around my chest to help me push. With his chin in my neck. And his nose in my ear. As he began humming "Almost Like Being in Love" right along with Kerry. It would have served me right if I'd had a cerebral aneurysm on the spot. Instead, I forgot all about my foot--until we shoved the flat onto the stage. I think we broke my ankle.

This is bullshit. I have finals to worry about.

- p. 19
annundriel: ([spn] Dean)
Revisiting some of Lucille Clifton's poems while I'm waiting for The Big Bang Theory

I've always found her poems dealing with Creation and Lucifer interesting. So I am going to share one.

lucifer speaks in his own voice

sure as i am
of the seraphim
folding wing
so am i certain of a
graceful bed
and a soft caress
along my long belly
at endtime it was
to be
i who was called son
if only of the morning
saw that some must walk or all will crawl
so slithered into earth
and seized the serpent in
the animals i became
the lord of snake for
adam and for eve
i the only lucifer
created out of fire
illuminate i could
and so
illuminate i did

Dear LJ, stop futzing with spacing when I post poetry, you whore. :(
annundriel: ([misc] In the Rapid Autumn of Libraries)
Because I am in a mood.

This is one of my absolute hands-down favorite passages ever. I think it's beautiful.

The church is Catholic, universal, so are all her actions; all that she does belongs to all. When she baptizes a child, that action concerns me; for that child is thereby connected to that body which is my head too, and engrafted into that body whereof I am a member. And when she buries a man, that action concerns me: all mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated; God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice; but God's hand is in every translation, and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again for that library where every book shall lie open to one another.
- John Donne, Devotion 17, Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions


Feb. 10th, 2010 07:57 pm
annundriel: ([spn] As Far as I Can Go)
I would love to give everyone's privates personal attention, but that would be both exhausting and unsanitary.

Indeed, Misha. Indeed.

I would like this post to have substance, but a quote from Misha's really enough, isn't it?

Book Meme

Feb. 8th, 2010 08:55 pm
annundriel: ([misc] Reader)
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Tag five people

The Shining, Stephen King.

He slouched out, a small boy in pajama bottoms with feet and a large flannel top with a football on the front and NEW ENGLAND PATRIOTS written on the back.

Jack's typewriter stopped, and she heard Danny's hearty smack. "Night, Daddy."

"Goodnight, doc."

I tag: [ profile] ginnith, [ profile] marynyu, [ profile] mclachlan, [ profile] olivelavonne, and [ profile] sdrohc_ratiug.
annundriel: ([pl] Hace Mucho Tiempo)
Don't you just love it when you're reading something and you randomly come to a passage that illustrates something you've felt or believed or argued previously?

The other day I started reading Christine de Pizan's The Book of the City of Ladies, which was written in 1405. I picked it up at the graduation dinner for English majors. My Chaucer professor thought I'd enjoy it. She wasn't wrong. I know we talked about the author in Masculinity in the Middle Ages, but I can't remember now if we actually read anything by her.

When I took Texts in Context, one of the works we studied was Paradise Lost. I wrote my final paper on it and part of whatever argument I was making, either in the paper itself or with the professor himself, was that the whole "woman is the downfall of man" thing is essentially a load of crap. In Christianity, Christ is God's greatest gift to man. But Christ would never have walked the earth had Eve not taken a bite from that fruit. And what does anything good mean to us if we've never experienced bad?

Anyway. The Book of the City of Ladies has to do with the author becoming depressed because so many male scholars and poets write about women being vessels of evil and vice. That they carry those things within them as well as originate them. She becomes depressed, because that is not how she sees herself or her fellow women, and begins to doubt herself. Until she is visited by Ladies Reason, Rectitude, and Justice who tell her they will help her build a City of Ladies. Essentially. I was reading it last night and ran across this from Reason:

"...thanks to a woman, man reigns with God. And if anyone would say that man was banished because of Lady Eve, I tell you that he gained more through Mary than he lost through Eve when humanity was conjoined to the Godhead, which would never have taken place if Eve's misdeed had not occurred. Thus man and woman should be glad for this sin, through which such an honor has come about. For as low as human nature fell through this creature woman, was human nature lifted higher by the same creature."
- p. 24

I may have gone a bit flaily-hands over it. I mean, it brings in Mary as sort of the...flip-side of Eve, but it also says, "Thus man and woman should be glad for this sin, through which such an honor has come about." And that, right there, is exactly the thing I was trying to argue. There it is, written 605 years ago.

I think that's neat.


Jan. 24th, 2010 10:25 am
annundriel: ([sga] Hmm)
For a show on Nickelodeon, iCarly is strangely inappropriate. (Or maybe perfectly inappropriate.) I love it!

Last night this line made Mom and I go, "Did he really just say that?"

SPENCER: I gotta quit saying witty things before I blow.

He's talking about blow darts. He and Sam were having an assassin battle. Nickelodeon won't let them use paintball guns, but that line is fine. They constantly have things that aren't going to mean much to a younger audience. It amuses me greatly.
annundriel: ([es] Meet Me in Montauk)
The other day I was looking for title-inspiration for "whatever we lose" and my eyes happened to fall on my copy of Virginia Woolf's To the Lighthouse, which I read a couple of years ago in Modernism in Art and Literature. It contains a quote that spoke to me so clearly at the time I was amazed:

She could see it so clearly, so commandingly, when she looked: it was when she took her brush in hand that the whole thing changed. It was in that moment's flight between the picture and her canvas that the demons set on her who often brought her to the verge of tears and made this passage from conception to work as dreadful as any down a dark passage for a child. Such she often felt herself--struggling against terrific odds to maintain her courage; to say: "But this is what I see; this is what I see," and so to clasp some miserable remnant of her vision to her breast, which a thousand forces did their best to pluck from her.
- p. 22-23

I get a lot of things out of that passage, and I understand it through my own various experiences involving fear of creative failure, that horrible moment between having an idea and pulling out a blank page to make that idea something more than just a thought, an image in your head. Fear of creative rejection, dismissal.

To borrow a quote from one of my other favorite things, The History Boys, that moment in reading for me was one of these:

"The best moments in reading are when you come across something--a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things--which you had thought special and particular to you. Now here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out and taken yours."

I think I've gained a lot more confidence since then. I'm not afraid to start things much anymore for fear they won't live up to the vision in my head. Though I'm sure [ profile] ginnith would have interesting things to say on my various writing related neuroses and how the have/haven't changed. She's been there through it all, the lucky lady.

Speaking of writing, back to editing I go.


Jan. 8th, 2010 06:02 pm
annundriel: ([misc] Books)
I have learned a great deal from novels. Some of it is even true.
- Dean Koontz, Brother Odd (p. 33)

I love these Odd Thomas books.

Today there was pho and coffee, ficcing and excellent company, hanging out in a weirdly Seattle-like bistro/market. And now I am comfortable and warm and someone bought me Little Dorrit on DVD. Life is good.

Oh, Kris

Dec. 31st, 2009 04:10 pm
annundriel: ([sga] Smile)
It is really slow at the library and I'm flipping through returned magazines because I am bored.  Found an interview with Kris Allen in the Nov. 27 issue of Entertainment Weekly. (Old news!)
Your first single is called "Live Like We're Dying."  If you had to wrestle a bear or outrun a cheetah, which would you choose?
I would wrestle a bear, because I could find a way to make it like me and it wouldn't kill me.  I feel like we would end up cuddling in a cave somewhere.

Kris, you are so cute I totally believe you could do exactly this.
annundriel: ([merlin] Here Upon Earth)
Get out of my head!

So I said I was glad it was just Donne running rampant with his verse? Well. I dunno what happened. I was avoiding it! I blame Merlin.

In th'olde dayes of the king Arthour,
Of which that Britons speken greet honour,
All was this land fulfild of fairye.
The elf-queene with her joly compaignye
Daunced ful ofte in many a grene mede.
This was the olde opinion, as I rede--
I spake of may hundred yeres ago.

So if I was still writing Merlin fic (not that I won't ever again, I just need to catch up) and had enough of a grasp of Middle English to write it myself, I'd do the completely geeky thing and write something Merlin-related in Middle English.


Also, I know this is going to sound horrible but I'm going to say it (again) anyway: I love the way that "Arthour" in the first line feels in my mouth. ;)
annundriel: ([misc] Books)
John Donne's "The Triple Fool" has been stuck in my head all week. I have no idea why. At least it's not Middle English. Love it though I do, I have the hardest time getting it out of there and it makes reading anything in modern English awkward.

Yes, I am quite odd.

The Triple Fool

I am two fools, I know,
For loving, and for saying so
In whining poetry;
But where's that wise man, that would not be I,
If she would not deny?
Then as th'earth's inward, narrow, crooked lanes
Do purge sea water's fretful salt away,
I thought, if I could draw my pains
Through rhyme's vexation, I should them allay.
Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce,
For, he tames it, that fetters it in verse.

But when I have done so,
Some man, his art and voice to show,
Doth set and sing my pain,
And, by delighting many, frees again
Grief, which verse did restrain.
To love and grief tribute of verse belongs,
But not of such as pleases when 'tis read.
Both are increased by such songs;
For both their triumphs so are published,
And I, which was two fools, do so grow three.
Who are a little wise, the best fools be.

I miss my Donne class. But not the research paper. I like being able to read the Holy Sonnets again and not have to worry about their order.
annundriel: ([sga] Eyebrow Acting)
MOM: So later will you help me pack fudge?

Then there was a pause and we both slowly started snickering before the laughter just grew and grew until I had tears in my eyes. Even my brother laughed. Though much more subtly.

Later I will be helping her package fudge.
annundriel: ([bbt] Stuck in the Middle with You)
I was checking the summary of tonight's Big Bang Theory earlier this morning.

After being humiliated on the radio, Sheldon vows to destroy Kripke...

Despite the first part, my first thought was, "Oh, so Sheldon's mad about Supernatural, too?"

From a couple weeks ago, Sheldon teaches Leonard about football. I love why he knows football in the first place. Partially because I called it. Mostly I love Raj's observation about commercials near the beginning.

"I'm just saying, maybe if you people cut back on the beer you could get out of the bathroom and satisfy your women without pharmaceutical help."

Also, Wil Wheaton!

I love this show, I do.


Nov. 9th, 2009 01:51 pm
annundriel: ([sga] Hmm)
"I do not want their pump back down my hole."

Still funny.

Tsk, so inappropriate Mr. Mayor.
annundriel: ([spn] Castiel)
I laughed a little over this: Harper's Finally Gives These Nice Twilighting Kids Some Exposure (Am I Saying That Right?).

Kristen Stewart looks good. Though kind of...Evan Rachel Wood-y. (I think it's the smile.)

Anyway, what I found most amusing was the "WHAT'S SEXY NOW" plastered on top of them. Not referring to them, because of the "Update Your Look" underneath, but still. Arguably Twilight is what's sexy now. To the masses anyway.

But the reason I found it amusing was because back when the new Star Trek came out, there was an article on Yahoo asking if Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto could beat Robert Pattinson out for attention from the hordes. Their answer was "No." The reason?

Unlike Z-Pine, who look like real grownups who have real sex, R.Pattz—thanks in part to a role as a perpetual teenage vampire—comes off like a kid. A nonsexually threatening kid.

I think this is a good post to say that I've been thinking about the phrase "eye candy" and the not so correct "eye food" lately. (Gee, I wonder why?) For me it's come to a point where "eye candy" is exactly what it sounds like, someone pretty to look at. "Eye food" totally able to describe people who "look like real grownups who have real sex" or are just too substantially attractive to be candy.

Eye candy = Zac Efron (when he doesn't have stupid hair, think Hairspray)
Eye food = Misha Collins (c'mon, you know I'm right)


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