I am so cranky today. No, there is no reason for it. Or rather, there are many trivial reasons for it and no good ones. It is your responsibility to cheer me up in the comments. I DARE YOU.
Keith is sheriff. Also, picking a random selection from Eduardo Galeano's Book of Embraces always cheers me up (in an odd way), so something toward the end, in case the need is dire:
FINGERPRINTS
I was born and raised under the stars of the Southern Cross.
Wherever I go, they follow me. Under the sparkling Southern Cross, I live out the stages of my fate.
I have no god. If I had one, I would beseech him not to let me meet death, not yet. I still have a long way to go. There are moons at which I have not yet howled and suns which have not yet set me alight. I have still not swum in all the seas of the world, of which they say there are seven, nor in all the rivers of Paradise, of which they say there are four.
In Montevideo a child explains: "I never want to die, because I want to play forever."
Yeah, he is, but damn. That was harsh. (Particularly having "I smell bread" be Lamb's last words. I'm seeing concussion stuff everywhere lately, it's weird.)
Oh, good. I never know if that stuff is just depressing to everyone else. The thing I love about that book is how it's about all the bad shit AND all the marvelous things too.
It's sort of like the intended version of the unintended effect of Patsy Cline: No matter how sad I am when I listen to Patsy, I'm not as sad as Patsy. Plus, singing along is fun. (Except for anyone in earshot.)
(Funny and fun aren't the same thing in this particular scenario.)
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Date: 2007-02-21 03:13 am (UTC)FINGERPRINTS
I was born and raised under the stars of the Southern Cross.
Wherever I go, they follow me. Under the sparkling Southern Cross, I live out the stages of my fate.
I have no god. If I had one, I would beseech him not to let me meet death, not yet. I still have a long way to go. There are moons at which I have not yet howled and suns which have not yet set me alight. I have still not swum in all the seas of the world, of which they say there are seven, nor in all the rivers of Paradise, of which they say there are four.
In Montevideo a child explains:
"I never want to die, because I want to play forever."
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Date: 2007-02-21 03:22 am (UTC)Thanks for the excerpt; I like that a lot.
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Date: 2007-02-21 03:34 am (UTC)It's sort of like the intended version of the unintended effect of Patsy Cline: No matter how sad I am when I listen to Patsy, I'm not as sad as Patsy. Plus, singing along is fun. (Except for anyone in earshot.)
(Funny and fun aren't the same thing in this particular scenario.)
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Date: 2007-02-21 04:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-02-21 12:03 pm (UTC)