I'm a prude, I admit it. I see some of the flirting that goes around on some LJ's and it just bothers the hell out of me. The new trend of posting fucklists just disgusts me, I will admit it. Yes, I'm a prude. It just seems so wrong. What the hell ever happened to modesty?
I'm in a bad mood so I'm much more prudish than normal. Normally the flirting doesn't bother me, although the fucklists always do. They're just wrong. WRONG WRONG WRONG.
I'm in a really, really bad mood.
When the hell did it get so late? Christ.
I can't remember the last time I was in such a bitter, angry mood, and I don't even know why. I hate that, hate it hate it hate it.
The funny thing is I was actually feeling rather happy a few hours ago. Maybe I'm just having an adverse reaction to happiness, I'm not used to it. I need a happiness vaccine.
I'm off to bed, now that I've finished the work I needed to do.
Before I go, though, let me read you something.
"The place in which he found himself was absolutely flat. In the human world we seldom see flatness, for the trees and houses and hedges give a serrated edge to the landscape. Even the grass sticks up with its myriad blades. But here, in the belly of the night, the illimitable, flat, wet mud was as featureless as a dark junket. If it had been wet sand, even, it would have had those little wave marks, like the palate of your mouth.
In this enormous flatness, there lived one element -- the wind. For it was an element. It was a dimension, a power of darkness. In the human world, the wind comes from somewhere, and goes somewhere, and as it goes, it passes through somewhere -- through trees or streets or hedgerows. This wind came from nowhere. It was going through the flatness of nowhere, to no place. Horizontal, soundless except for a peculiar boom, tangible, infinite, the astounding dimensional weight of it streamed across the mud. You could have ruled it with a straight-edge. The titanic grey line of it was unwavering and solid. You could have hooked the crook of your umbrella over it, and it would have hung there."
That was from T. H. White's classic, The Once and Future King. It's a wonderful book, and if you haven't already read it, I highly recommend it. Barnes and Noble dumped it into the Science-Fiction section, but I think that was a terrible injustice. I've been rereading it and remembering just how wonderful it is. It's beautiful at times, frequently funny, often thought provoking. It's more than just science fiction, and written at a point at which there was no such thing. The Disney movie The Sword in the Stone was based off the first part of the book, which talks about King Arthur in his youth, before he was King, when he was only known, alternately derisively and affectionately as the Wart.
Probably my favorite thing about the book, other than the wonderful descriptions of the people and their mannerisms and quirks, are the bits of dialogue strung throughout the book. It is simple some of the most clever and amusing dialogue I've read in a book, but in an unassuming and unforced way. It doesn't feel like he spent hours wracking his brain to come up with the most cutting and clever dialogue he could, it merely sounds like a whimsical glimpse at a bunch of surprisingly human characters.
Ah well. I'm off to bed, as promised. Good night all.
I got to stand on the bus ride this morning. Yay what fun. I need to start taking the other line, I don't think I've ever seen standing room only on that one. Walking 3 blocks to get a seat is looking very good now.
Had a helluva morning, though, it seemed like things were going wrong left and right. Could be related to the fact that I only got ~3 hours of sleep last night, after getting ~2 the night before. Haven't been able to sleep, and it's seemed like there's been so much to get done and to worry about. BLEH I say.