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kittydesadeMore meemage, because I have nothing constructive to contribute. Leave me a comment and I'll give you a letter to be unconstructive too. Deconstructive? Something.
10 Things Beginning With P
Pessimism. Perchance the primary property of my ponderings, to date. Pessimism purports to parlay my previously peppy posts into the proverbial sterile promontory. Pheh.
Pirates. Oh come on, who doesn't love pirates? Plus, I have a friend who has been known to some of you as 'Pirate John' and you have but to mention pirates to get his attention. Arr. Actually, P. And plus-plus, Pirates of the Caribbean soon! Yay.
Pants. I MOCK YOU WITH MY MONKEY PANTS.
Pig. Please, say no more? I shall say no more. Although that's the wrong Englishman. There isn't much to say about Pig that hasn't been said about Samael, and that should tell you folks something. I better get to see him on the 24th or there will be hell to pay.
Princess Bride. Come my love, I'll tell you a tale Of a boy and girl and their love story And how he loved her oh so much And all the charms she did possess. Now this did happen once upon a time When things were not so complex My love is like a storybook story But it's as real as the feelings I feel
Painting. I need to do more of that. Miniatures painting is theraputic, wot.
Puppets. When I was little, I spent a lot of time at the Smithsonian or Glen Echo attending puppet shows. Most of these were put on by DinoRock Productions, owned and run by two friends of the family. I spent many happy hours at those shows, listening to the music. Dancing around the room like a mad thing. Singing dinosaur names that adults couldn't pronounce (didn't we all do that?) and pretending to be a T-Rex's foot. And yes, that made sense at the time.
Profit. I'd be curious if anyone on my friends' list knows this show. I loved it. It was backstabbing, manipulative, bastardly. If they put it on now they might actually get some play out of it. Sadly, Fox yanked it before it could go anywhere. The bastards. It was about a corporate sociopath, Patrick Bateman's big brother, before American Psycho had been written I think. Ten, twelve years ago? Something like that. It was evil. I loved it.
Psyche. As in, sometimes I feel like. Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't.
Propriety. Sometimes it makes us do funny things.
Things Beginning with T
Trauma. There's been a lot of it over the past few months. Different kinds. Loss of intimate support structures. Loss of blood. Loss of security, in some ways. Fear of failure. Pushing myself. RAMPANT insecurity regarding things.
Trust. I need to remember to do that more often.
Twenty-Six.
TOWER. I am a very important person. I have my own Tower.
Tradition. Fiddler on the Roof. Wicca. Traditional versus non Traditional. Gardenarian tradition. Did you know I can trace my initiatory lineage all the way back TO Gardner? In... Lessee. Three degrees of separation. Go me. It doesn't mean a thing.
Tainted Love. Sometimes I feel I got to Run away I got to Get away From the pain you drive into the heart of me. The love we share Seems to go no-where. I've lost my light. I toss and turn I can't sleep at night.
Tenacity. These days, it's what keeps me going. Tooth and claw and nail into things, and I won't let go. It's more of a struggle than it feels like I'm letting on, though I've been whining plenty. Thoughts. Too many thoughts. But, tenacity gets me through it. Sheer stubborn.
Terror. The other side of tenacity is terror. Painful to live in fear, isn't it?
Trinity. Maiden, mother, crone, all are we. Come my child and dance with me. As I will so shall it be. As I will so shall it be.
Touchstone was going to be my tenth, but it's kind of cryptic. I'll go with Theatrics. Not just as in _Muse, but as in the theatre. I used to love it. Love going. Love being a part of it. That's one thing I'm going to absolutely adore about being back near DC, especially if I do make it to being a rich writer, or at least a better than subistance level one. Being able to go back to the fucking theatre. GOOD theatre. Yes, I'm a snob.
10 Things Beginning With P
Pessimism. Perchance the primary property of my ponderings, to date. Pessimism purports to parlay my previously peppy posts into the proverbial sterile promontory. Pheh.
Pirates. Oh come on, who doesn't love pirates? Plus, I have a friend who has been known to some of you as 'Pirate John' and you have but to mention pirates to get his attention. Arr. Actually, P. And plus-plus, Pirates of the Caribbean soon! Yay.
Pants. I MOCK YOU WITH MY MONKEY PANTS.
Pig. Please, say no more? I shall say no more. Although that's the wrong Englishman. There isn't much to say about Pig that hasn't been said about Samael, and that should tell you folks something. I better get to see him on the 24th or there will be hell to pay.
Princess Bride. Come my love, I'll tell you a tale Of a boy and girl and their love story And how he loved her oh so much And all the charms she did possess. Now this did happen once upon a time When things were not so complex My love is like a storybook story But it's as real as the feelings I feel
Painting. I need to do more of that. Miniatures painting is theraputic, wot.
Puppets. When I was little, I spent a lot of time at the Smithsonian or Glen Echo attending puppet shows. Most of these were put on by DinoRock Productions, owned and run by two friends of the family. I spent many happy hours at those shows, listening to the music. Dancing around the room like a mad thing. Singing dinosaur names that adults couldn't pronounce (didn't we all do that?) and pretending to be a T-Rex's foot. And yes, that made sense at the time.
Profit. I'd be curious if anyone on my friends' list knows this show. I loved it. It was backstabbing, manipulative, bastardly. If they put it on now they might actually get some play out of it. Sadly, Fox yanked it before it could go anywhere. The bastards. It was about a corporate sociopath, Patrick Bateman's big brother, before American Psycho had been written I think. Ten, twelve years ago? Something like that. It was evil. I loved it.
Psyche. As in, sometimes I feel like. Sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't.
Propriety. Sometimes it makes us do funny things.
Things Beginning with T
Trauma. There's been a lot of it over the past few months. Different kinds. Loss of intimate support structures. Loss of blood. Loss of security, in some ways. Fear of failure. Pushing myself. RAMPANT insecurity regarding things.
Trust. I need to remember to do that more often.
Twenty-Six.
TOWER. I am a very important person. I have my own Tower.
Tradition. Fiddler on the Roof. Wicca. Traditional versus non Traditional. Gardenarian tradition. Did you know I can trace my initiatory lineage all the way back TO Gardner? In... Lessee. Three degrees of separation. Go me. It doesn't mean a thing.
Tainted Love. Sometimes I feel I got to Run away I got to Get away From the pain you drive into the heart of me. The love we share Seems to go no-where. I've lost my light. I toss and turn I can't sleep at night.
Tenacity. These days, it's what keeps me going. Tooth and claw and nail into things, and I won't let go. It's more of a struggle than it feels like I'm letting on, though I've been whining plenty. Thoughts. Too many thoughts. But, tenacity gets me through it. Sheer stubborn.
Terror. The other side of tenacity is terror. Painful to live in fear, isn't it?
Trinity. Maiden, mother, crone, all are we. Come my child and dance with me. As I will so shall it be. As I will so shall it be.
Touchstone was going to be my tenth, but it's kind of cryptic. I'll go with Theatrics. Not just as in _Muse, but as in the theatre. I used to love it. Love going. Love being a part of it. That's one thing I'm going to absolutely adore about being back near DC, especially if I do make it to being a rich writer, or at least a better than subistance level one. Being able to go back to the fucking theatre. GOOD theatre. Yes, I'm a snob.