(That's all I have time for right now.)
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
At Dusk
When Jericho came out the door, he turned west and started on. Every time he saw a child, he hopped. The children tucked their heads down a little and pretended they were trying not to smile, but they always did. The parents never saw, because they didn't know where to look. But the children did. Some turned to watch Jericho pass, and did a little hop of their own before turning their eyes to the rest of their afternoon.
It was late afternoon.
Jericho stopped at the edge and watched as the snow started to fall. Big, fat, slowly spinning flakes at the edge of the world. A blue world, blue and white, trees tall and dark against the gloaming. Jericho closed his eyes and breathed it in, smelled it all in. The wolf loped up beside him then and nuzzled his right hand. Jericho squatted down and ruffed the fur around his neck. The wolf kept silent and followed him the rest of the way to Tansy's.
Inside, there were wizards. Just two, but there they were, all wizarded out. Jericho raised a curious eyebrow as he passed them on the way to his seat. They watched back, wary. He suppressed a smile and settled in the corner, hood up, waiting.
It was late afternoon.
Jericho stopped at the edge and watched as the snow started to fall. Big, fat, slowly spinning flakes at the edge of the world. A blue world, blue and white, trees tall and dark against the gloaming. Jericho closed his eyes and breathed it in, smelled it all in. The wolf loped up beside him then and nuzzled his right hand. Jericho squatted down and ruffed the fur around his neck. The wolf kept silent and followed him the rest of the way to Tansy's.
Inside, there were wizards. Just two, but there they were, all wizarded out. Jericho raised a curious eyebrow as he passed them on the way to his seat. They watched back, wary. He suppressed a smile and settled in the corner, hood up, waiting.
Friday, October 06, 2006
Season 3
Take what loving humans has done to Sharon, Sharon and Caprica Six, and then what loving Col. Tigh has Ellen doing. Different? Same? Discuss.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Harry Potter thoughts; maybe sorta spoilery if you've never read it or heard anything about it while you're living in your cave there in Tajikistan
I have started to wonder more about the whole Snape double-agent thing. I still believe he's on our side and all. But I worry about his getting caught. Listening to the audiobook for HBP--Chapter 2, Spinner's End--I wonder what will happen if a Death Eater ever asks him how the Order found out about what was going on at the Ministry when Harry went running off there. Or if they ask Harry. Unless Snape is already ready with a lie, I can see that fraction of a second when he is caught off guard, and I don't necessarily see him surviving it.
Then I also wonder about Voldemort's being a legilimens and how Snape could be so good at occlumency as to convince the most evil wizard ever that he is indeed on the guy's side.
Then I wonder what the hell accent Bellatrix and Narcissa are supposed to have.
Then I also wonder about Voldemort's being a legilimens and how Snape could be so good at occlumency as to convince the most evil wizard ever that he is indeed on the guy's side.
Then I wonder what the hell accent Bellatrix and Narcissa are supposed to have.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
For Chris: More bad poetry
The sky is full of tears this day
grey with sad thoughts
or its memories of home
From 'neath their white canopies
soupmongers and burritowallas ply
the panoply of the town's wares
I inside remaining, olives in hand
dreaming of home.
(I don't think that's the proper usage of "ply," but I liked it anyway.)
grey with sad thoughts
or its memories of home
From 'neath their white canopies
soupmongers and burritowallas ply
the panoply of the town's wares
I inside remaining, olives in hand
dreaming of home.
(I don't think that's the proper usage of "ply," but I liked it anyway.)
Monday, October 02, 2006
Dance of the Elements
Sun-drizzled water accents my world
dapple dripple trickle true
I reach down in reverence
touching the fall.
Finger to forehead:
Baptism.
*snork* no, no, not really! Well, sorta, but no.
dapple dripple trickle true
I reach down in reverence
touching the fall.
Finger to forehead:
Baptism.
*snork* no, no, not really! Well, sorta, but no.
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