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19 March 2009 @ 12:39 am
most people know i have an insane love of words. i want nothing more than to find a job wherein my my main purpose would be reframing observations in a more verbose and elegant way. i rather feel that this has a lot to do with my insane love of comedians like stephen fry and demetri martin. people whose comedy is based on word play.

most people know i love the show house a great deal. and that i love fanfic, a concept which can be easily be combined with house at any given moment.

a few people know that i like slash fanfic, and am often at odds as to whether or not to feel embarrassed about that.

but regardless of my conflicting feelings i feel the need to pimp the awesome author lightlikewater who has a way with words, particularly descriptions, that i can only hope to one day obtain.
sights: sarah's room
feelings: impressedimpressed
03 March 2009 @ 08:48 pm

10 February 2009 @ 09:18 am

check out the cds at the bottom of the page.
09 January 2009 @ 03:58 am
it's time for some of you to step up your game.

this is my official on notice list. things which i shall refuse to recognize any more if they don't shape up. it is my shit list. to me the list seems pretty self explanatory but for the benefit of those of you playing at home cruithne is the earth's second moon, huddy is the abomination that is a house/cuddy romance, and i never really recognized the word bromance anyway.

this was inspired by:

which was found on the awesomeness of capslock_stugh community. which i can't remember how to make a link and am too tired to lookup.
feelings: sillysilly
08 January 2009 @ 08:36 pm

Your Last Words: "So, you're a cannibal."

And then you die.

06 January 2009 @ 06:40 am
It has occurred to me that all of the great writings of the world have an overarching fundamental flaw, they all have endings. While many would not see this as a problem, certainly quite the contrary, I find the idea that stories have endings wretched. Conflicts have resolutions, a particular set of circumstances may change, a period of time may come to pass, but characters never end. There is always an after thought, a sequel waiting to be written but, by the very nature of stories themselves, characters immortal. Now this argument may not seem to hold much water in situations where characters die within the confines of their story, but as the story of one person effects the lives of many others, the story can go on. There is always a 'What next?', time shall never cease to be, and it is impossible for one's actions to have no effect. Even settings live on, it is this very principle that allows the multitude of tourist traipsing through the downtown of Charleston to stare into White Point Gardens and imagine a time when the bandstand actually contained a brass band clothed in seersucker. When one thing goes another takes it's place and thus extends the story indefinitely. The 'What next?' is in fact the primary motivator for a great deal of writing, for instance the many supposed Jane Austen sequels and multitude of various pieces of fanfiction on the web. The world around us is obsessed with the future and, by shear dent of this, the past. Honestly, this rant has no ending but, I notice that I've used the word multitude twice and that my twenty minutes of daily writing is up.
feelings: productiveproductive
06 January 2009 @ 01:33 am
a dear friend of yours, who you haven't seen in awhile quite obviously wants you to engage in cyber sex with him via aim, no picture will be exchanged all you have to do is type, do you:

a)say no, we're friends it could get awkward
b)say yes, possible future blackmail
c)view this as a chance to brush up on your skills at writing erotica
feelings: anxiousindecisive
04 January 2009 @ 08:46 am
made my journal stephen frytastic. needs some color editing still. too tired to think of that now though.

stephen says "When I was seventeen I had already tried fourteen different jobs, married twice, fathered many many many many children, eaten a perfectly enormous quantity of food over a long time period, been weaned off six types of class A dangerous drug, given up smoking, taken it up again, given it up again, taken it up again, given taking it up and taken giving it up again and again and again and again. By the time I was twenty, alcohol had never passed my lips, yet I was a reckless and predatory alcoholic: my life was in pieces, my marriages were shattered, my children lay in ruins, I was paying alimony along the sinuses, behind the dark interior passages of the skull and through the nose. But at thirty, at thirty came the chance to redeem a bin-liner of broken promises. If I didn't take that chance what would I be? What would I become? Just another friendless acid spot on the back buttock of a weeping society. So I took it, took the chance, picked up the ball and ran, went for it, threw caution to the teeth of the gale, never looked back, just keep running, I did it. Forget the past, there's nothing there, not even memories, just a road you never travelled unwinding backwards to a place you never came from, where fruit grows on trees you never climbed, in an orchard where you lost your virginity to a boy called Timothy who died of Horlicks poisoning before you were born. No answers there..."

'mr dailliard, i'm driveling!'
feelings: accomplishedaccomplished
01 January 2009 @ 11:07 pm
having finished last year's 'read 50 books this year' resolution at a disappointing 34 books i have decided to simply try harder this year. unfairly, some would say, i finished reading two of the books i started reading last year this morning meaning that i am already two books ahead this year. hurrah! also i would like to drop down to a size nine and find love with an adorable artist of some sort. if all goes well i can get a head start on next year's resolution to become a british citizen and get my pr degree.
feelings: accomplishedaccomplished (?)
27 December 2008 @ 05:28 am
I have finally made a decision in regards to my future. After throwing away the more obvious career choice of retail wage slave and begging the faculty at Grady College UGA to be kind enough to allow me into their Public Relations major, I have finally decided what I want to do with myself. I want to take my place among the likes of Stephen Fry and David Sedaris. No, I haven't decided to become a homosexual male. Perhaps adding a few more names to the list will help to more properly illustrate my choice. I want to be on a par with Stephen King and Dave Eggers. Great, now it just looks as though I have decided to change my name to Stephen or David or some other cognate thereof so that I might join an exclusive club of men with such names. No, I have decided that I want nothing more in life than to be an essayist, renowned world wide for my biting humor and heartfelt ruminations on the human condition. Perhaps most importantly I want to be paid to write down the snarky comments which float on the tip of my tongue on a more or less constant basis.
But, how does one achieve such a position? Certainly not be starting a sentence, make that paragraph, with a conjunction. You see, though I may have nothing but humorous observations in my mind I sadly have one rather large handicap, an american public school education. The ramblings of my mind do not conform to normal grammar rules, at least I assume they don't considering I have no real idea what proper grammar is. It is honestly quite funny that someone who abhors the slightest misuse of apostrophes on signs can be so ignorant of grammatical rules. Moreover, I am completely in the dark when it comes to the vocabulary of proper grammar. I spend a fair portion of my Spanish classes trying to translate, not so much the conjugation of a particular verb, but what exactly a past participle is. It makes one wonder whether the overall reluctance of Americans to learn another language has more to do with the inability to grasp their own than any sort of nationalistic pride or racism.
So, while I fear that a glitzy future as humorist may be a bit out of my reach, I can at least promise that I will not end up marching on the capitol with a sign that demands, "Make English Americas' offical language!".
feelings: determineddetermined