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I'm feeling soul-crushingly lonely. I don't usually feel that way anymore, since I accepted some time ago that I'm utterly unlovable, and am generally comfortable with that. I usually only feel "lonely" in the social sense. But still. It creeps up on me and makes me want to slit my own throat from behind. Who gives a shit anyway, I'm weak and worthless and I hate myself.
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C.'s dad passed away last night/this morning. I don't even have words to explain how horrid I feel at not being able to fly to NY and be there for him.

Oh well. none of you care, anyway. I just needed to tell someone.

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In 2009, deathmask_revel resolves to...
Give up zeppelins.
Buy new twin cities.
Go to coal every Sunday.
Volunteer to spend time with pneumatics.
Pay for my cravats on time.
Learn to play the punk.
Get your own New Year's Resolutions:


I will NEVER give up Zeppelins!! Shame about the cravats...

On the twelfth day of Christmas, deathmask_revel sent to me...
Twelve minneapolis drumming
Eleven licurius piping
Ten cogs a-leaping
Nine airships dancing
Eight zeppelins a-hellsing
Seven cravats a-sewing
Six pneumatics a-resin-casting
Five ana-a-a-alytical engines
Four twin cities
Three brass goggles
Two roleplaying games
...and a surrealism in a toy soldier army.
Get your own Twelve Days:


All of my things are wildly appropriate. I love it!
Current Mood:
amused amused
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JUST IN case you haven't seen this brilliant short fantasy/scifi/STEAMPUNK! film (which is now quite old) please watch this installment of They Mysterious Explorations of Jasper Morello.

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SOMETHING EMBARRASSING but true:

Salutations and good morrow, Mr. Howard,

     In order to express the depth of my gratitude for your marvelous work of fiction,
I must first explain to you my most curious affliction;

Ten years, you see, have come and passed
tens years since the book I finished last.

Oh, I've started numerous others--piles, to be sure
of books that sit, half read or more--10th page to the last and then I'm lured
away from the story, by some other tale
and the tossed aside book begins to pale.

Some sense of dread, I think, at closing
the back cover and in reposing
loosing the experience--It can be had only once, after all,
and once its done, can't be recalled!

(unless one suffers amnesia, of course)

Such a plague, this trial has been!
Leaving books unfinished; a sin!
But try as I might, I can't complete
a single tome, a single tale, my love for the book becomes replete.

Enter Cabal, that worthless cad
So morally bankrupt, queer and mad!
How could I like this unmitigated ass?!
Cheering him on from page one to page last?

Obviously, there's something quite wrong with my brain--
...
But whatever. I finished the book and it's the first time in 10 years that I've been able to do so.

So HOORAY for Johannes Cabal and his author--that's you!
You've both granted me literary life anew.
Have Cabal send me a bill,
my soul I'd sign-over, free will.

Ahem--forgive my terrible poetry, sir. It's not my strong suit, or even my weak suit--in fact, I tend to keep it as far away from my wardrobe as can be arranged. But that just sort of fell out of my brain and I couldn't control it. You know how it goes.

At any rate, Yes--thanks for Johannes and his brilliant bastardry. I have recommended this fantastic novel to my droves of Steampunk friends to add to the list of "must reads" for the sliver of the genre.  It really IS the first book I've been able to finish in ten years, and I can't wait for the next Cabal adventure, so that I can cheer for the villain yet again.

Much love offered and respect foistered upon you,
Edmund West, aka Eliot North

Current Mood:
cheerful cheerful
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I have made them. Behold them.

         

Current Mood:
happy happy
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Just testing out posting to LJ from Flock.

Blogged with the Flock Browser
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Hey, MJ—can you see this now? XD

--AH LAME!  It only shows up if you have the font installed on your machine. I hate the binternets.

Oh well, it still looks really cool on MY screen.

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Hah! Now I can say whatever I want and you assholes can't even read it—unless you can, in which case you should comment back in Poleepkwas and then you and I can make sweet sweet love together because clearly you are meant to be my dorky soul mate or something.

 

I'm going to post in Poleepkwas quite a bit from now on, I think, and I'll even give you a link so that you can figure out what I'm saying, if you're so inclined, in which case you should comment back in Poleepkwas. And by the by, the paragraph above this one does not say the same thing that this one does. This is an informative paragraph, not a translation. ;) IF YOU LOVE ME. You'll DL the Prawn font and then translate my posts. I've done this to make your day more interesting. Double ;)


You can snag the Prawn font here: www.mnuspreadslies.com

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This is a test to see if the Poleepkwas font will work on LiveJournal.


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