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Haha Tal! I am not sure if it is Scheherazade who is gaining her freedom or the Sultan losing his after the 1001th night!
I guess if she had had the writer's block, there she wouldn't have been around to see it through the 1001 nights;it is hard to tell stories when your body and head are seperated, you see...
Yes, but it is so sweet to imagine. Perhaps she had writers block like from 8.00 till 19.00 and then *whoa* inspiration.
*imagines how Sche is in panic because it is 18.30 and she hasn't got a single idea for a story*
Random Thought: I've probably seen the movie Fight Club more than 50 times by now, easily, and more than 5 with the commentaries. I must be addicted.
Yes, actually, come to think of it that might explain the sudden appearances of fairies and what not in the stories..Quote:
Originally Posted by Taliesin
Dyrwen> yes, you are addicted!
Well, to be fair I'm actually addicted to the author Chuck Palahniuk whom wrote the book the movie was based on, but the movie was my gateway drug into his world of work. So if ever I'm too tired to pick up his books and read a few pages, I just watch the movie again. hehe
Great movie. I never read the book, but I think I have it.
Dyrwen! :D How the heck are ya? Long time no posteeee!
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Originally Posted by Dyrwen
On a related note.
The moment before I die, I pray to God someone just made me a sausage, egg and cheese sandwich on a soft roll. I could face any kind of judgment day with one of those in my tummy. My God, my God. Thank you for inventing sausage, egg and cheese sandwiches. (And coffee.)
You must be a `morning' person then ;)
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Originally Posted by Shore Dude
Howdeh Den, I'm alive, which is always a useful thing to be.
Mm.. I could die happy with a sausage mcmuffin in my stomach, long as I got one of them hash browns too. So.. unhealthy, for fast food, but so... good.
Just had a bowl of olives. Don't even know why.
*ponders*
I will blame AP for this... :D (re. winter blues)
Hope you saved one for me. On second thoughts, maybe you could just save the stone and grow it in my cemetery so that I could eat olives through the summer.
I have always fancied a willow tree overlooking my tomb... Olive tree never crossed my mind.
We are depressed.
There are so many little things that depress a bit so that together they make up a frustration.
First, We cannot go to countryside for winter solstice/christmas. Grandma broke her hip and is therefore in the city with us and We cannot go to the countryside. No forests. No knee-deep snow. No silent snow-covered meadows. City.
Second, this awful plastic shopping holiday which you feel extremely intensely when you're in the city.
Third, We have grown up. We do not believe in Christmas anymore. No anxiousness. Just tediousity, knowledge and pain.
Fourth, We are telling this stuff here like a stupid whining six-year-old.
...it is okay to whine like a six-year old, Taliesin. do it anytime if it helps.
i just saw the most sublime thing in my monitor, which acts as a mirror of sorts: a bit of motion behind me (have never noticed this before) and a tiny bird hopping on my window sill - this from behind a window screen (or in front, whichever way you consider the outdoors to be located), which happily enough have tree branches silhouetted on them. what a splendid little movie for my Christmas morning. okay, i am going to leave now or i won't be ready when my ride comes.
Season's Best to Everyone.