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(no subject) [Oct. 14th, 2009|11:06 am]
Precariously placed alliterations and puns
So, Okamiden?

http://gameinformer.com/b/news/archive/2009/10/13/news-okamiden-trailers.aspx

I really really really want a Nintendo DS, like, right now.

OKAMIDEN
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Here's the part where you save the day [Sep. 9th, 2007|05:41 pm]
Precariously placed alliterations and puns
[Current Location |The Swan]
[music |Paper Snowflakes]

At least I am talented enough that, while slipping in a puddle yesterday at work, I was somehow able to safely drop a load of dishes into the sink with one hand, and grab a hold of the sink for support nothing got broken, I was just attacked by a sink and about three co-workers. I found the whole thing to be rediculously amusing until I woke up this morning in pain all over my body, for no reason whatsoever.

Spent the day in the hospital, keeping vigil over my grandmother. She is feisty as hell, but the cancerous growths on her lymphnodes, her lungs, and her liver, are making it difficult for her to breathe. It's... not my idea of fun.

So I'm watching season 2 of lost to keep my mind off the impending death. The grandmother will be in surery tomorrow. Doctors remain cautiously optimistic. I am eating ice cream and drinking too much beer.

So, just how boring am I, secretly? On a scale of 1 to Commie?

-Much Love

-Commie
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But life, turns out that it’s nothing but a dream, and I'll miss it when it's gone [Sep. 7th, 2007|10:26 am]
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[Current Location |The Vault]
[mood |awake]
[music |Life 2: The Unhappy Ending]

My subconcious seems to think it would be a good idea to speak to one friend in particular, get my grudges and grievances out in the open, and resolve to be bff's like forever omg.

Except, in my dream, it was mainly me doing a lot of screaming. And yelling. And said friend huddling in the corner. Starting when said friend sent an anonymous letter saying "I am leaving town goodbye forever" and I knew immediately it was them, stormed down their apartment, and started the yelling. They were just playing a joke to flush me out of hiding. And I was bringing up grievances in at a particularly nasty decibel, pitch, and timbre screaming. I scared myself even more than said friend.

And was then promptly bitten by a neighborhood dog. Seriously, Freud would have a fucking field day with my brain.

There was also a bit about moving in with Chris-Avery. But that is not particularly polite either for entirely different reasons. The boy's decision to randomly move to Denver, when he is used to Washington, will likely end in tears, I shit you not. but... it'll be interesting, to say the least.

-Much Love

-Commie
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Deal or No Deal [Mar. 3rd, 2007|04:02 pm]
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[Current Location |Sweden]
[mood |awake]
[music |Intervention]

Decided to check out Wax Tracks after work, because I haven't been in there in nigh on a year. The mistake already made, I came out with music cds. Along with a 5 dollar replacement of Boy With the Arab Strap, I found PJ Harvey Is this Desire, Strangelove Love and Other Demons, And Soundtrack of Our Lives Origin Vol. 1. I am all happy now as a result.

I also need to stop spending money I don't have yet- even though I now need to go out and buy a new cd binder to hold all the cds that won't fit in my other- 3?

This is quickly entering the realm of the rediculous.

I need a life >.>

-Much Love

-Commie
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"Don't walk away then turn and say 'I love you anyway' " [Mar. 2nd, 2007|11:47 pm]
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[Current Location |Hoo-boy]
[mood |calmcalm]
[music |Stars- Romantic Comedy-]

I think I've found a radio station I like. It it the xm radio at work, it is called Left of Center, or channel 26. It decided to play The Arcade Fire, The Decemberists, The Shins, and Belle & Sebastian all in a row. I was in an incredulous heaven. Later on in the evening, it somehow decided that Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, Bjork, and Hedwig and the Angry Inch (Sugar Daddy) Go very well together.

It is so fucking cool.

That's all. Am having a bitch of a time finding music I can steal. Send help asap.

Much Love

Commie
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The Jabberwonky [Mar. 1st, 2007|03:25 pm]
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[Current Location |Park]
[mood |amusedamusement]
[music |A Summer Song]

Here it is, In all it's genius. Because I secretly enjoy being highly pretentious. The lyrics to The Book's An Animated Description of Mr. Maps:
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He saw Mars but he felt Neptune,
he had hoped to feel a certain strong emotion but this is all they had to say:
"I was the son of a man, and so we came together and we shook hands."
"We shook hands."
He often wondered what a million people would look like scattered randomly
across a moonless sky, and how unlikely it would be that they would all just say the
obvious thing:
"You may call me brother now."
"Yes, brother, I know."

He is forty two,
five-feet-eight-inches tall,
normally wears his curly hair long.
He has a ruddy complexion, broad shoulders and is barrel-chested,
is unusually strong.
He frequently wears a full beard and sometimes glasses.
He is a college graduate, a talented artist, and sculptor.
Now, Maps is a soft-spoken loner, who resents society and all organizations.
Maps fancies himself a ladies' man.
He is an avid chess player, smokes cigarettes, and a pipe.
He is a beer drinker and loves to eat.
Maps is a man of widespread interests, who might very well be living abroad.

He felt lost but he felt pretty intensely good,
and he woke up screaming having dreamed of a color he had never seen before:
"I went to bed and to sleep, it was so unexpected, it really was frightening, and I saw
pretty much
the same thing embedded in my pillow."
He had no trouble recognizing patterns in the most delicate arrays of tangled lines,
but he had a strange fixation on partaking in nefarious things:
"Stealing, lying, cheating, gambling, fornicate..."

He saw red, but he thought five.
He was pleased to find his road trip was enhanced by number-color synesthesia:
"My trusty Rosinante bounds along the road very well, leaving the friendly aroma of donuts and
chicken tenders hanging in the desert air."

He willed away the miles while quixotically attempting to reclaim his inner child,
he was embrangled and enmeshed in something far too loud to comprehend:
"I want all of the American people to understand that it is
understandable that the American
people cannot possibly understand."

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Long live the Pogues, and the next generation of Irish Drinking Songs (And really, anything Irish that isn't also Flogging Molly.)
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A'churning mass at the end of the universe. [Feb. 18th, 2007|09:02 pm]
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[Current Location |Steeple Bells]
[music |Two-Headed Boy]

Dear World at Large: I'm not waiting around anymore. I'm here, I'm human, I'm living. Get used to it.

I am in love with Rose Tyler. And Ammy. And every hand I ever shook.

-Much Love

-Commie
 
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Caked with Dry rot. Tell the weather by the entrails, where we're headed, where we've been. [Feb. 14th, 2007|11:30 pm]
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[Current Location |Galam]
[mood |cheerfulcheerful]
[music |Those to Come]

So I'm having a conflict of expression. I want to appreciate Valentine'sfor what it is- Joy for love and the color pink- but I also want to be bitter and emo and uber-sad about it. Because at this point that sort of thing is tradition.

Didi baked really yummy cookies. My math teacher handed out sweet tart hearts that were gobbly-yummy. Kalin called and directed me towards a sub-shop that is not Jimmy John's and that is hiring for people. Watched Heroes, Venture Bros. and Death Note-

So really, I've had a good day and have no reason to continue complaining. Except for the overwhelming desire for romantic-ness I've had for days now, and nowhere to direct it. There's me being emo again.

Didi asked a number of intrusive questions about Kalin before giving up. My christmas candle is dead. My mother won't leave me alone. My manager still won't give me the hours I want.
 
So, now that it's more or less over, I can wish everyone a happy valentine's. Peace and lots of money spent on flowers and chocolates. I'll reach emotional equilibrum tomorrow. The good will balance out the bad like usual, since there is never truly such a thing as a completely good or a completely bad day.

Oh, and an Oblivion expansion pack headed for everbuddy in April. Wherein lies the realm of Sheogorath, god of madness. This is only relevant to anyone who played Morrowind and spent weeks trying to outwit a schizophrenic orc and his demonic bartender.

Bed now.  I'm letting myself get ahead of myself.

-Much Love

-Commie

P.S. WoW is no more. It's like the sweet taste of freedom, excpet for Okami and FfXii, which are eating out my eyeballs.
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This was not in the brochure. There was a lie somewhere in folds [Feb. 14th, 2007|08:37 am]
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[mood |coldcold]


HowManyOfMe.com
LogoThere is:
1
person with my name
in the U.S.A.

How many have your name?



Ha-ha!

Mwa-ha-ha!

-Much Love

-Commie
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Moa-moa meets the man on the moon [Feb. 7th, 2007|09:42 pm]
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[Current Location |(*)]
[music |Snow in Malibu]

Note to self: Stop walking home with Kyle Clark. You always end up in long-winded discussions about how life is meaningless and nihilism is the only sensical outcome.

Also: Stop being such a tight-ass. Loosen up.

Also: Get a second opinion on the subject of your physical appearance. Because evidentally you aren't enough of a tight-ass in that department.

I'm not ugly, I still have a sense of humor. I'm still trying to decipher where my sarcasm-detector went, however. Been wondering about that one the better part of a year. Been wondering where exactly my life is headed. Wondering if I have the guts to get there myself.

I'm so tired, but I'm also hyper from the movement, the work, the learnin' and I  can't force sleep. I've tried it.

Week three is drawing to a close, and I'm still having trouble accessing my online physics course. This is getting rediculous.

Candle lighting. De-stressing. Calming. My place in the universe may be small, but goddamnit, it's mine.

-Much Love

-Commie
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