John Mayer...Room For Squares Bjork...Greatest Hits Beth Orton...Daybreak Coldplay...A Rush of Blood to the Head Counting Crows...Hard Candy Score for The Two Towers
bubble gum tongue
Tuesday, October 29, 2002
blame it upon a rush of blood to the head
odd thing about music. how it seems to have an unerring nack for finding you, lyrics touching your heart when those very same emotions are exposed. it knows when you need just a little push to smile, to laugh, to grieve.
i love Coldplay. nobody does moody music better than the British.
The Scientist
Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you Tell you I need you Tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets And ask me your questions Oh let's go back to the start
Running in circles Coming up tails Heads on a silence apart
Nobody said it was easy It's such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start
I was just guessing At numbers and figures Pulling your puzzles apart
Questions of science Science and progress Do not speak as loud as my heart
Tell me you love me Come back and haunt me Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles Chasing our tails Coming back as we are
Nobody said it was easy Oh it's such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be so hard
let's rail against the machine that is Michael Jackson and Vivendi Universal for making narrow, short-sighted decisions and then turn around and do the exact same thing, shall we? sounds like fun. for frell's sake, people, GROW UP!. it isn't Firefly versus Farscape. ending rant now, before i tap into the you've-been-held-over-to-work-another-14-hour-shift-again-and-are-expected-to-be-back-6-hours-later rage. yeah, that could end badly.
I WROTE ACT ONE!!!! WOOHOO!!!!!!!!!!!
*sigh* finally. back to the Virtual Season of La Femme Nikita. i sifted, sorted, read and re-read my notes and my drafts. we honed and tossed around and thought about and honed some more, wrote back story, projected forward for the rest of the season some more, and then i finally started tapping keys and i've got Act One of Episode 610. i think i'm gonna hide in LFN fandom a while else i commit a few virtual homicides in another fandom.
Saturday, October 19, 2002 aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
:::looks around with a wistfully:::
nice to be home. missed my blog. not that i blog daily or anything, but still. must be that whole, you-don't-realize-how-much-you-miss-something-until-it's-gone deal. like, uhm, Farscape. *sniff, sniff*.
you want to close your eyes now
don't mind my subconscious. that's just its not so subtle attempt at getting me to take a nap. it's 0200 now, and i've been up since 0900, but since the Right Brain and Brain Bit (go Donna!) just spent all that time and effort transferring the files from one ftp to another, it seemed only fitting that i at least stopped by and said hi.
so, uhm. Hi.
mmmmmmmmm, nap time. we'll try this again in a few hours.
:::falls asleep and immediately into a dream:::
Toby: "You ask him yet?"
Josh: "Ask who what?"
Toby: "The President. About Donna."
Josh: "I got distracted with Sam."
Toby: "Where is he?"
Josh: "Sam?"
Toby: "The President."
Josh: "Meeting with the Joint Chiefs."
Toby: "That's more important than Donna's raise?"
Josh: "Not to Donna."
Toby: "Well?"
Josh: "I got...he...she...I, with the interrupting...it's bad. Bad thing."
Toby throws Josh a sidelong look.
Toby: "I'm pretty sure you can't do that to the english language."
:::she rolls over, smiling, and adjusts her pillow, burrowing deeper under the covers.:::
that's what feldman suggested of Farscape and her fans....the underground Sopranos. well, why the hell not? amazing where a show can go when it's got a *real* channel with *real* support behind it.
John Crichton is no less complicated than Tony Soprano, and a helluva lot cuter. no offense Jimmy. you have an unquestionable appeal, but Ben Browder you ain't. *slow grin* . not to be confused with slo gin, but that's another story.
