Fragments of Lost Memories

Dr. Horrible

Tue, 15 Jul 2008 18:44:37 GMT

Act 1 of Joss Whedon's Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog is up! No, wait. It's down! But it'll be up again soon.

hehe. We broke the server! And I didn't get a chance to see it yet. *pout*

Whee! More Hellboy!

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 03:57:31 GMT

From the guy who continues to bring you those cute Marvel vs DC videos, here's this brief primer on Hellboy...sort of. I don't normally say LOL, but I totally LOL'd. In fact, I would've ROTFL'd, but I have better balance these days.

Writer's Block: In the Shoes of an Extravagant Restaurant Owner

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 03:21:26 GMT

If you started a restaurant, what would it serve, what would it look like and what would you name it? You have an unlimited budget.

Submitted by crazygirl33087

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I'd start Planet Krypton! And I'd serve all kinds of dishes based on DC superheroes, ala Kingdom Come! And I'd have a glorious two weeks before I'm sued by Warner Brothers. Of course, I could try to get permission, but somehow I doubt that'd happen.

Waiting for Hellboy

Thu, 10 Jul 2008 21:38:52 GMT

I can't wait for Hellboy II: The Golden Army, and things keep reminding me of it. Neil Gaimain just posted pictures from the set of the movie in his blog. And while I was reading that and drooling, this came on TV:

Also, I have cherries and you don't! Probably. Possibly.

A Pleasant Interlude

Tue, 08 Jul 2008 06:19:10 GMT

[02:05] silverambz: Audrey Hepburn movies always make me want to go to Europe again :-)
[02:06] auryn29a: They make me want to wear pretty dresses and go shopping.
[02:07] silverambz: heh...visual image. I saw you in the gardening club variety garb...including big floppy hat with flowers on it
[02:07] auryn29a: Yes! Totally!
[02:07] silverambz: walking down a shopping plaza street with a large patent leather handbag and pumps
[02:08] silverambz: *very* DISTURBING
[02:08] auryn29a: Smiling at everyone, followed by my own theme music.
[02:08] silverambz: yep
[02:08] silverambz: nodding at the people that look at you while they sit outside at the cafes having lunch
[02:09] auryn29a: This is making me very happy.
[02:09] auryn29a: I'm totally blogging this.
[02:09] silverambz: yeah, but i can't get the beard and all out of the picture, LOL
[02:10] auryn29a: gah!
[02:10] silverambz: but you in kid gloves...that does seem to work, somehow
[02:11] auryn29a: mm. yes, that works.
[02:12] silverambz: the shoes and hat work well too, and the purse...trying to get the dress right now. I think it's a nice light blue, and a Sunday sort of cut, BUT casual
[02:12] silverambz: god, now it sounds like you should be Mrs Bucket on Keeping Up Appearances
[02:12] auryn29a: Blue? nonono. I was totally seeing white with flowers.
[02:13] auryn29a: That's Bouqet!
[02:13] auryn29a: And no!
[02:13] auryn29a: Ah well.
[02:13] silverambz: i'm having trouble picturing you in that much white.
[02:13] silverambz: remember i am not one that finds white all that flattering of a color to wear, plus it's impractical to wear out
[02:13] auryn29a: I don't care! I'm Audrey Hepburn, dammit!

Since Google seems to have failed, I must ask LJ

Mon, 07 Jul 2008 19:07:36 GMT

What's an embryo parson?

Happy 4th!

Fri, 04 Jul 2008 15:43:01 GMT

Woo-BAAMMM!

Sun, 29 Jun 2008 23:17:46 GMT

Gotta love thunder that sounds like somebody dropped a semi from orbit.

Doctor Who: 4x12 - The Stolen Earth

Sun, 29 Jun 2008 01:14:01 GMT

My brain. It just exploded.

The Weigh-In

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 21:40:51 GMT

This is coming from a conversation I just had with someone. Some statements were made that I just can't believe so I thought I'd poll you guys.

View Poll: Weighing in

Writing Prompt: Pick a Song

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 20:45:05 GMT

This is a freewrite based on a writing prompt from a writing community.

The song I chose for this freewrite was Rasputina's "Christian Solders." The lyrics are at the end of the story.

Warning: So far two people were rather disturbed by the story. So I just want to emphasize that it could be triggery.

     Father Tertius pulled the brass tank on wheels through the narrow wooden door, chipping a piece of the door frame on the way. Mr. Tallow, being the owner of the door frame, and indeed the one-room house surrounding the frame, winced.
     Father Primus checked the restraints binding Mrs. Tallow and nodded to himself.
     "Father, are you sure this is really necessary?" asked Mr. Tallow again.
     "Absolutely, my fine fellow. Your wife will soon be right as rain."
     "Well, that's just it, you see. I don't--"
     "Father Tertius, prepare the syringe," intoned the older priest with a voice that was used to giving orders.
     "Yes, Father Primus," mumbled the young priest in a voice that was resigned to following orders given by others.
     "Please. Please let me go," begged the bound woman with tears in her eyes. "Richard, how can you let them do this to me?"
     "It's all right, darling. They're priests. I'm sure they--"
     Father Primus whirled around and waggled his finger at Mr. Tallow. "Do not talk to the possessed! Demons have ways of twisting the mind and compelling you to do wicked things!"
     Mr. Tallow looked down at this shoes, scuffed and caked with mud and other things. "Well, sure, I understand that. But it's just that--"
     "Ready, Father Primus," said Father Tertius, holding a large brass syringe connected to the tank.
     Father Primus nodded. "Mr. Tallow, if you would please lift the gown of your wife."
     "Don't you dare, Richard!" threatened Mrs. Tallow. "Don't you see what's happening?"
     "You know," said Mr. Tallow, staring at the brass syringe, "I'm still not very sure about this."
     "Father Tertius, help Mr. Tallow, please."
     Father Tertius handed the syringe to his superior and stepped to the bed where the struggling and cursing Mrs. Tallow lay face down. He sighed, crossed himself, and grabbed the edge of the woman's gown.
     "Richard! Do something, you stupid, sniveling man! Mother told me not to marry you! But I thought you had such sweet eyes. My mother said they were the eyes of a sheep! And she was right, Richard!"
     Mr. Tallow turned away as Father Tertius exposed the woman's backside.
     Father Primus approached the bed. "You may want to stand back, Mr. Tallow. What happens next is often...explosive."
     "Richard! You better pray they never untie me!"
     Father Primus cleared his throat. "Father Tertius. Hold her open, if you would, please." The young priest hesitated. "Father Tertius! We are doing the work of the Lord! Now hold that woman's buttocks open!"
     Father Tertius did so, slowly, as the woman screamed and struggled.
     The older priest lifted the syringe high above his head and, in his loud commanding voice, said, "Pater noster, qui es in cælis, libera nos a malo!" With a dramatic downward stroke he drove the syringe home.
     The scream from the woman shook the wood of the small house and deafened Father Tertius for a moment. Father Primus had to physically pry his shocked hands away from the woman's buttocks and point to the tank. The younger priest nodded and went to the tank to begin pumping.
     As Father Tertius pumped the holy water and the woman screamed and writhed, Father Primus spoke and shook sage around the woman's body. "Exorcizo te, omnis spiritus immunde, in nomine Dei Patris omnipotentis, et in noimine Jesu Christi Filii ejus, Domini et Judicis nostri, et in virtute Spiritus Sancti, ut descedas ab hoc plasmate Dei, quod Dominus noster ad templum sanctum suum vocare dignatus est, ut fiat templum Dei vivi, et Spiritus Sanctus habitet in eo. Per eumdem Christum Dominum nostrum, qui venturus est judicare vivos et mortuos, et saeculum per ignem."
     "Amen," said Father Tertius, still pumping.
     Father Primus listened to the woman's screams for a moment, then began to recite again. In the middle of the second recititation, liquid began to spray out around the syringe, coating the sleeve of the priest in water and fouler things. Father Primus continued until the woman's screams turned into gurgles. He motioned for Father Tertius to stop.
     There was silence in the house for a moment. Only the stream of water from the holy violation could be heard pouring onto the dirt floor. Then Mr. Tallow said, "Well, what now?"
     "If your wife is strong, she'll survive," said Father Primus.
     Mr. Tallow looked at the body of his wife, wet and soiled and still. He shook his head and started to approach her. Just then a volley of violent coughs sprang from the body on the bed. The bed shook from the strength of the coughing. Mr. Tallow knelt by his wife and stroked her hair. He whispered and cried and begged forgiveness from his wife as she coughed up water and bile.
     Father Primus nodded, removed the syringe, and handed it to Father Tertius. "Our work here," announced Father Primus to the house around him as though he were speaking to a congregation, "is done!"
     Mr. Tallow looked up angrily, eyes red with tears. "'Ere! Hang on! What about my daughter?"
     The priests looked at each other. "Your daughter is possessed, too?" asked Father Tertius.
     "There's no 'too' about it. She's the reason I sent for you!"
     As he said that there was a loud unholy howl that wrapped itself around the fear centers of the priests and squeezed. The howl fell into a rattling laugh that sounded only slightly human.
     Mr. Tallow nodded his head towards the source of the sound. "She's tied up out back."
     Father Tertius looked at Father Primus. "I...I suppose I better fill up the tank again."
     Father Primus agreed. "Yes, I think you better. I believe this is going to be a long night."

Rasputina – Christian Soldiers

The medevial exorcists used
a 20-gallon Brass syringe.
A 20-gallon brass syringe
filled with holy water.
A 20-gallon brass syringe
filled with holy water
which they put into,
into the anus
of the possessed.

Quick Hits

Thu, 26 Jun 2008 23:10:44 GMT

Benjamin Zander: Classical Music With Shining Eyes

Why the American pilot of "Life On Mars" failed.

Speaking of Mars, let's start a garden up there!

I'm going to hell for not being able to get this song out of my head.

Television Wisdom?

Mon, 23 Jun 2008 15:11:48 GMT

I was thinking last night/early this morning that television shows have gotten juicier recently. There's more meat to them, more things to think about and absorb. I'm not talking about reality shows. And I guess I'm not talking about the majority of shows out there. Just the ones I happen to be watching. So maybe I'm wrong. Anyway, I started thinking about the shows I watched growing up and wondered what lessons they taught me. I started noting the individual lessons or themes I walked away with after watching certain shows:

The Tomorrow People: Pacifism is the way of advanced species.
Highlander: Never fight on holy ground.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Friends are more powerful than any magic.
Angel: You mess up, life goes on. The story doesn't end. There's no reset button. You just work with what you have.
Firefly: Give power to your dream and keep flying.
Macross/Robotech: Ideas, stories, and music are more powerful than guns.
Battlestar Galactica (the new series): ~~Humanity is screwed.~~ Actually, pretty much the same as Macross. In fact, the plot's pretty similar. Huh. I never thought about that before.
Babylon 5: Gods have their own agendas. Take your destiny into your own hands.
Jeremiah: Humanity is indeed screwed. But somehow they'll survive.
Justice League: Continuity is awesome! Also, Batman can sing! And he can still kick your ass.
Fraggle Rock: Music is everywhere and everyone has a song.
Animaniacs: It's okay to be silly. (No, really. That was an important lesson for me.)
Neverwhere: Angels are freakin' scary! Also, I want to be the Marquis de Carabas when I grow up.
Thundercats: It sucks to suddenly be an adult.
My Little Pony: Having a tattoo on your backside can look pretty spiffy. Also, who needs opposable thumbs?
Neon Genesis Evangelion: Teenagers are whiny. Also, be careful what you wish for. And life is only as you know it for a short amount of time.
Doctor Who (the old series): Humans are stubborn and often stupid. The military has no imagination. Being mathematically excellent is only good when you have a non-Cyberman-blasted terminal in front of you. Being able to talk your way out of any problem is an incredibly useful skill to have.
Doctor Who (the new series): Live life to the fullest extent possible. Make mistakes, say the wrong things, and learn from it. Also, bananas are good!

What others can you think of?

"There's something on your back."

Sun, 22 Jun 2008 06:35:21 GMT

Just watched Doctor Who 4x11: Turn Left.

Woah. There was so much emotion in that episode tears were streaming down my face. And next week...I'm not sure if my heart can take it!

I felt the need to link to this post full of SQUEEE on doctorwho because the reactions are just so much better than what I can come up with at the moment.

Marvel/DC

Mon, 16 Jun 2008 20:08:48 GMT

I love these videos so much.

Curse you, Moffatt!

Sun, 08 Jun 2008 05:53:08 GMT

After watching Doctor Who 4x09, "Forest of the Dead," I'm rather in need of a cuddle.

Gah!

Faces. I'm really vulnerable to messed up, distorted faces. So I really didn't need to see under that veil. That bothered me more than the Vashta Nerada (however you spell it). And the whole concept of saving people like that just goes right back to thinking about what makes up consciousness. That's not really River ~~Tam~~ Song in there. It's just a saved copy of her brainwaves and memories. (But isn't that all we are anyway?) All the doctor did was save a computer simulation of this woman and all her friends.

As a stutterer, that ending really broke my heart. I have nightmares about that sort of thing. Pan's Labyrinth affected me the same way. I have that fear that one day I'll need to say something very important in a small amount of time and simply won't be able to get it out. So, yeah...thanks for that, Moffatt. Bastard.

Memoribilia

Sun, 08 Jun 2008 02:51:54 GMT

So I was putzing around the web, as you do, when I came across an interesting item on eBay: A very pretty bra worn by Sarah Michelle Gellar on "Buffy the Vampire Slayer." And it's not expensive. Yet. Too bad I don't know anyone small enough to fit it. babysuehle maybe.

I then found this: A replica stake. Yes, that's right. A replica of a sharpened stick. Who buys this?

Meet or Meat?

Mon, 02 Jun 2008 20:57:29 GMT

Because many of you are a slave to the pig, I thought you might appreciate this interview in the Seattle Times with markedformetal about her new book Sex and Bacon. Mmm. Good.

Fri, 30 May 2008 04:05:06 GMT

Time-traveling plot-bunnies! *giggle*

Is there a Prince phone? Is it purple with gold highlights?

Thu, 29 May 2008 18:55:55 GMT

When I came across this article (don't click on it yet) I went, "Huh?" So I must ask you:

View Poll: Princess Phone

New Karaoke Performance

Thu, 29 May 2008 00:40:06 GMT

Hehe. I've been having fun singing this evening.

Rate this performance at The Sims On Stage

Body Heat

Wed, 28 May 2008 17:58:20 GMT

I know some people who are very close to being cold-blooded lizards. They're cold when I'm warm. But I know there are other people who hate hot weather,too. So I thought I'd do a quick poll.

View Poll: Body Heat

Can't...stop...laughing!

Sat, 24 May 2008 17:50:23 GMT

Youtube video of Hitler reacting to the end of season 2 of Torchwood.

If you know any German at all, it's probably very stupid. But for those of us who never took a German class, it's freakin' hilarious.

quotememe

Sat, 24 May 2008 06:20:18 GMT

Go here: http://quotationspage.com/random.php3

Keep refreshing until you've collected five quotes that really resonate with you, then post them to your journal.

***

Guilt is a rope that wears thin.
-Ayn Rand (1905 - 1982)

I dream, therefore I become.
-Cheryl Renée Grossman

It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.
-Aristotle (384 BC - 322 BC)

Courage is the power to let go of the familiar.
-Raymond Lindquist

Use what talents you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.
-Henry Van Dyke

Dammit!

Fri, 23 May 2008 07:29:25 GMT

Robert Asprin has died.