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Oct. 15th, 2005 02:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesade... I just asked someone, and now I feel like I should know. Just what is the square root of pie, anyway?
(Pie are not square. Cornbread are square. Pie are round.)
So tired. Tired and lonely and sad and pissed and upset and hurt and abandoned and exhausted and staring at the pile of work I have to do and GAH. Stupid sewing and writing. Should call the Pirate and make sure we're actually going to Faire tomorrow.
I did figure out what I'm going to be for Halloween: Mad Maudlin. Rags galore. Maybe I can get to Wal-Mart today and then go into a cutting frenzy and get that cut out today, along with the cape. And a couple shirts. I also got my hands on 1500 or so silk roses of assorted colors. Pastel pirate shirts with FLOWERS for all!
So tired. And ... really not fit for company. Sorry.
More stories up later.
ETA: For those of you uncultured heathens who might ask me who Mad Maudlin is... the best known verses, I think.
For to see Mad Tom o' Bedlam
Ten thousand miles I traveled
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
For to save her shoes from gravel
Still I sing bonny boys, bonny mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonny
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money.
I went down to Satan's kitchen
To break my fast one morning
And there I got souls piping hot
All on the spit a-turning.
By a knight of ghosts and shadows
I summoned am to tourney
Ten leagues beyond the wide world's end-
Methinks it is no journey.
ETA2: Okay, so if I close this off to comments (which is a moot point anyway) I get people fretting. But if I open it up to comments, I feel like I'm whining. So either way... Does this seem right to you?
(Pie are not square. Cornbread are square. Pie are round.)
So tired. Tired and lonely and sad and pissed and upset and hurt and abandoned and exhausted and staring at the pile of work I have to do and GAH. Stupid sewing and writing. Should call the Pirate and make sure we're actually going to Faire tomorrow.
I did figure out what I'm going to be for Halloween: Mad Maudlin. Rags galore. Maybe I can get to Wal-Mart today and then go into a cutting frenzy and get that cut out today, along with the cape. And a couple shirts. I also got my hands on 1500 or so silk roses of assorted colors. Pastel pirate shirts with FLOWERS for all!
So tired. And ... really not fit for company. Sorry.
More stories up later.
ETA: For those of you uncultured heathens who might ask me who Mad Maudlin is... the best known verses, I think.
For to see Mad Tom o' Bedlam
Ten thousand miles I traveled
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
For to save her shoes from gravel
Still I sing bonny boys, bonny mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonny
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money.
I went down to Satan's kitchen
To break my fast one morning
And there I got souls piping hot
All on the spit a-turning.
By a knight of ghosts and shadows
I summoned am to tourney
Ten leagues beyond the wide world's end-
Methinks it is no journey.
ETA2: Okay, so if I close this off to comments (which is a moot point anyway) I get people fretting. But if I open it up to comments, I feel like I'm whining. So either way... Does this seem right to you?