two_grey_rooms: (i'm not going home. not really.)
i (predictably) have not read my flist since i got back to school, but tonight i am procrastinating hardcore, so i have come crawling back! HALLOOOOO, WORLD. i have really nothing to say except that i have twelve days to write two conference papers, so i am going to do the only possible logical thing and share two songs wot i have been playing obsessively the past couple of days.


cannot stop watching or listening. it has been stuck in my head forever, so i am hoping to infiltrate your brain too so as not to be alone. HUZZAH. is also a really excellent break-up song.


this one has no video, but it is an awesome awesome song about addiction, which automatically makes it my favorite ever.

PLEASE DISTRACT ME FROM CONFERENCE PAPER HELL, FLIST. I EVEN HAVE UPLOAD LINKS IF YOU ARE INTERESTED! HERE IS "THE YOUNG THOUSANDS" AND HERE IS "SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOW." PLEASE BE MY FRIEND SOMEBODY TALK TO ME I HAVE BEEN STARING AT THIS SCREEN FOR SO LONG OH GOD WHAT IS SLEEP
two_grey_rooms: (i'm not going home. not really.)
i (predictably) have not read my flist since i got back to school, but tonight i am procrastinating hardcore, so i have come crawling back! HALLOOOOO, WORLD. i have really nothing to say except that i have twelve days to write two conference papers, so i am going to do the only possible logical thing and share two songs wot i have been playing obsessively the past couple of days.


cannot stop watching or listening. it has been stuck in my head forever, so i am hoping to infiltrate your brain too so as not to be alone. HUZZAH. is also a really excellent break-up song.


this one has no video, but it is an awesome awesome song about addiction, which automatically makes it my favorite ever.

PLEASE DISTRACT ME FROM CONFERENCE PAPER HELL, FLIST. I EVEN HAVE UPLOAD LINKS IF YOU ARE INTERESTED! HERE IS "THE YOUNG THOUSANDS" AND HERE IS "SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOW." PLEASE BE MY FRIEND SOMEBODY TALK TO ME I HAVE BEEN STARING AT THIS SCREEN FOR SO LONG OH GOD WHAT IS SLEEP
two_grey_rooms: (paddlebrains and werewolf)
someday in the not-too-distant future i will make some sort of substantive contribution to this hurr livejournal. today is not that day. in the meantime, you can:

Comment on this entry, and:

❶ I'll respond by asking you five questions to satisfy my curiosity.
❷ Update your journal with the answers to your questions.
❸ Include this explanation and offer to ask other people questions.


[livejournal.com profile] cascades, who is an utter nutball, gave me these questions:

1. REMEMBER BLUE-SKIDOO FROM BLUE'S CLUES? when blue could transport into pictures and books? well, if you could blue-skidoo into any book, which would you choose?
NO, ACTUALLY, I DON'T, BUT I'LL FORGIVE YOU YOUR TRESPASSES AND ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION. and it's a very good question at that, i have to say. lovely variation on the usual "with which character would you most like to chill?" deal. aaaand my aaaanswer iiis...tales from outer suburbia, by shaun tan. yes, it is a picture book; it's essentially magical realism for kids. and shit-wow, i wish that description could do it justice. magical realism restores a sense of wonder, so i feel odd applying it to a children's book, because when you're a kid, magic is commonplace anyway. [livejournal.com profile] archy_the_roach introduced me to this book a couple of months ago, well past my childhood, and still it moved me on a very visceral level; it curled its way deep underneath my skin, successfully hijacking the place i reserve for favorite songs and uncomfortably revealing dreams.

the following tangent doesn't answer this question, but as this is my livejournal, i shall abuse my memes however i see fit. the book that most successfully translated the world i inhabit into a tangible place is palimpsest, by catherynne m. valente. it feels like my own headspace reflected back to me, in all its ugliness and desperation and incandescence. palimpsest is a part of me, located somewhere just beyond tales from outer suburbia, somewhere within my ribcage, possibly.

i also really pathetically wish i could beam myself into [livejournal.com profile] shoebox_project, although that's not a book at all. it feels like home to me, in only the way your very favorite stories do. yes, i know it is a fucking fan fiction, and i lose all lit cred for admitting this. i am okay with that!

2. if you could choose to live in a different century, would you? or would you rather stay in the 21st?
fuck, no. i'm not big on romanticizing the past. humans do a pretty good job of fucking up the planet, but i remain (perhaps stupidly) a firm believer in progress. i want to continue to live just where i am and do whatever i can to bring the world a little closer to the place i believe it can be. we owe the past a lot: everything we have now, in fact. it'd be an insult to want to shave off a few decades. reminds me of holden caulfield on his merry-go-round, caught in a loop and still looking perpetually backwards. to that image, i say: no, thank you. i want to go forward. because do you know what we have now? MOTHERFUCKING JETPACKS. suck on that.

3. have you ever wanted to have any kind of exotic pet? (i always wanted a wolf when i was little.)
i want a tarantula! no, seriously. i do believe that counts as exotic. and i'll be boring and confess that when i was little, i totally wanted a dragon. still do, because i am the muggle incarnation of hagrid. although the former desire is a bit likelier to be fulfilled than the latter.

4. when you retire as an old wrinkly lady, what do you want to do with your free time?
accumulate wrinkles. play bingo; use the panoply of medications i'll undoubtedly be on as markers. laugh at my hideously disfigured tattoos. have many spiders as pets. run amok. naked, preferably. be the nut in the neighborhood all the little kids are terrified of.

5. do you have any sort of ~security blanket~ that you keep around from when you were little? mine is a stuffed animal, a goat named djali. FROM THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME, REMEMBER? esmeralda's pet goat. he has an earring! he's pretty bamf.
ONCE AGAIN, NO I DO NOT REMEMBER, BUT THANKS FOR TRYING. security blanket? you mean like a straitjacket? some of my friends would argue that i need one of those these days. i, um. don't have an actual remnant from childhood on hand? because i have no soul. well, okay, i did have this purple stuffed dog (creatively named "peace") that i used as a sort of talisman. i've yet to hand her over to the EVILS OF SUNNYSIDE throw or give her away, so that may say something about the state of my immortal soul (mostly that it's comprised of 100% pure unadulterated LAZINESS).

speaking of the sorry state of my soul, the latest regina spektor song manages to make me weep every. damn. time. and i've listened to it like twenty times at this point. it's slowly becoming tiresome. you should download it and join me in my blubbering! (and i do recognize the irony in my inadvertently prefacing this paean to childhood with an anti-holden caulfield rant. do i have my holden moments? yup. do i want to be holden caulfield? hell, no, bitches.)

lyrics, for posterity. also because they're fucking gorgeous. )
two_grey_rooms: (paddlebrains and werewolf)
someday in the not-too-distant future i will make some sort of substantive contribution to this hurr livejournal. today is not that day. in the meantime, you can:

Comment on this entry, and:

❶ I'll respond by asking you five questions to satisfy my curiosity.
❷ Update your journal with the answers to your questions.
❸ Include this explanation and offer to ask other people questions.


[livejournal.com profile] cascades, who is an utter nutball, gave me these questions:

1. REMEMBER BLUE-SKIDOO FROM BLUE'S CLUES? when blue could transport into pictures and books? well, if you could blue-skidoo into any book, which would you choose?
NO, ACTUALLY, I DON'T, BUT I'LL FORGIVE YOU YOUR TRESPASSES AND ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION. and it's a very good question at that, i have to say. lovely variation on the usual "with which character would you most like to chill?" deal. aaaand my aaaanswer iiis...tales from outer suburbia, by shaun tan. yes, it is a picture book; it's essentially magical realism for kids. and shit-wow, i wish that description could do it justice. magical realism restores a sense of wonder, so i feel odd applying it to a children's book, because when you're a kid, magic is commonplace anyway. [livejournal.com profile] archy_the_roach introduced me to this book a couple of months ago, well past my childhood, and still it moved me on a very visceral level; it curled its way deep underneath my skin, successfully hijacking the place i reserve for favorite songs and uncomfortably revealing dreams.

the following tangent doesn't answer this question, but as this is my livejournal, i shall abuse my memes however i see fit. the book that most successfully translated the world i inhabit into a tangible place is palimpsest, by catherynne m. valente. it feels like my own headspace reflected back to me, in all its ugliness and desperation and incandescence. palimpsest is a part of me, located somewhere just beyond tales from outer suburbia, somewhere within my ribcage, possibly.

i also really pathetically wish i could beam myself into [livejournal.com profile] shoebox_project, although that's not a book at all. it feels like home to me, in only the way your very favorite stories do. yes, i know it is a fucking fan fiction, and i lose all lit cred for admitting this. i am okay with that!

2. if you could choose to live in a different century, would you? or would you rather stay in the 21st?
fuck, no. i'm not big on romanticizing the past. humans do a pretty good job of fucking up the planet, but i remain (perhaps stupidly) a firm believer in progress. i want to continue to live just where i am and do whatever i can to bring the world a little closer to the place i believe it can be. we owe the past a lot: everything we have now, in fact. it'd be an insult to want to shave off a few decades. reminds me of holden caulfield on his merry-go-round, caught in a loop and still looking perpetually backwards. to that image, i say: no, thank you. i want to go forward. because do you know what we have now? MOTHERFUCKING JETPACKS. suck on that.

3. have you ever wanted to have any kind of exotic pet? (i always wanted a wolf when i was little.)
i want a tarantula! no, seriously. i do believe that counts as exotic. and i'll be boring and confess that when i was little, i totally wanted a dragon. still do, because i am the muggle incarnation of hagrid. although the former desire is a bit likelier to be fulfilled than the latter.

4. when you retire as an old wrinkly lady, what do you want to do with your free time?
accumulate wrinkles. play bingo; use the panoply of medications i'll undoubtedly be on as markers. laugh at my hideously disfigured tattoos. have many spiders as pets. run amok. naked, preferably. be the nut in the neighborhood all the little kids are terrified of.

5. do you have any sort of ~security blanket~ that you keep around from when you were little? mine is a stuffed animal, a goat named djali. FROM THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME, REMEMBER? esmeralda's pet goat. he has an earring! he's pretty bamf.
ONCE AGAIN, NO I DO NOT REMEMBER, BUT THANKS FOR TRYING. security blanket? you mean like a straitjacket? some of my friends would argue that i need one of those these days. i, um. don't have an actual remnant from childhood on hand? because i have no soul. well, okay, i did have this purple stuffed dog (creatively named "peace") that i used as a sort of talisman. i've yet to hand her over to the EVILS OF SUNNYSIDE throw or give her away, so that may say something about the state of my immortal soul (mostly that it's comprised of 100% pure unadulterated LAZINESS).

speaking of the sorry state of my soul, the latest regina spektor song manages to make me weep every. damn. time. and i've listened to it like twenty times at this point. it's slowly becoming tiresome. you should download it and join me in my blubbering! (and i do recognize the irony in my inadvertently prefacing this paean to childhood with an anti-holden caulfield rant. do i have my holden moments? yup. do i want to be holden caulfield? hell, no, bitches.)

lyrics, for posterity. also because they're fucking gorgeous. )
two_grey_rooms: (throw off these chains)
certainity certainithy certainty

i can never seem to type the word certainty with any conviction.
two_grey_rooms: (throw off these chains)
certainity certainithy certainty

i can never seem to type the word certainty with any conviction.
two_grey_rooms: (Default)
Wordle: slaughterhouse-five

MEBBE MR. VONNEGUT SHOULD'VE PUBLISHED HIS WHOLE BOOK VIA WORDLE.COM? )

...all geeky humor aside, hello, f-list. how are you all doing this on this lovely sunday eve? (OH MY GOD IT'S SUNDAY FUCK ME UP THE ASS WITH A TEXTBOOK WHY AM I ON LIVEJOURNAL)
two_grey_rooms: (Default)
Wordle: slaughterhouse-five

MEBBE MR. VONNEGUT SHOULD'VE PUBLISHED HIS WHOLE BOOK VIA WORDLE.COM? )

...all geeky humor aside, hello, f-list. how are you all doing this on this lovely sunday eve? (OH MY GOD IT'S SUNDAY FUCK ME UP THE ASS WITH A TEXTBOOK WHY AM I ON LIVEJOURNAL)
two_grey_rooms: (Default)
do you know what i am? A LIAR. a wretched, wretched liar.

well. maybe not entirely. i am sort of an accidental liar, which isn't really lying at all, is it (IS IT?). i am just chronically indecisive, i suppose (OR AM I?).

yeah. if that last declaration didn't give you a headache, i applaud you for your stamina. i'm not leaving after all. but i'm manifestly phasing back into livejournal, and that mandates a bit of tidying up. which means: IMPENDING FRIENDS CUT AHOOOOOOY. and there ain't no pussy-footin' around when i cut friends. BITCH, I WILL CUT YOU, AND THAT IS A THREAT. MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS.

...oh ho, had you going, didn't i? yeah. there will be no friends cut. i just wanted to sit back and watch the good ol'-fashioned lj-style shitstorm. ah, it's good to be home.

well. i did delete a few accounts from my flist. but um. i didn't remember adding them to begin with? if you're reading this right now and you think i made a grievous mistake, please chime in and deliver me a harangue about what an idiot i am.

yeah, so. in conclusion: i'm a dunderhead. a dunderhead who is keeping this account--but there may yet be a name change in store, so keep yer eyes out fer that plox.

hmm. so as to allow myself to pretend that there is in fact some substance in this post, i am going to tell you about a website i am currently loving the fuck out of. it is called weheartit.com (or "we hear tit," as i'd originally pronounced it, which i infinitely prefer), and it's a place where you pack-rat all your favorite images. like delicious, but specifically for shiny things. or: like flickr, but for those who prefer plagiarism to industry--erm, i mean collecting to creating. here's muh heart. you should get an account there too, and we could "follow" each other like the stalkers we are.

tonight i realized that collins is my favorite rent character. if i were a facebook quiz, i would think this truth spoke volumes about me. but seriously, folks, why is collins never anyone's favorite? this befuddles me. collins is the man. i want to smash the state with him, and then get wicked drunk and laugh about how totally ridiculous we are.

...yeah, rent. i always listen to rent 'round the holidays. who else here does that? ADMIT IT, GODLESS SODOMITES. or at the very least, admit you're a godless sodomite.

anyway. yeah. merry christmas to all you godless sodomites and to all you christian folk who actually celebrate the holiday. enjoy your eggnog. and i hope the monstrous number of times i've said "yeah" in this entry didn't spoil your holiday cheer.
two_grey_rooms: (Default)
do you know what i am? A LIAR. a wretched, wretched liar.

well. maybe not entirely. i am sort of an accidental liar, which isn't really lying at all, is it (IS IT?). i am just chronically indecisive, i suppose (OR AM I?).

yeah. if that last declaration didn't give you a headache, i applaud you for your stamina. i'm not leaving after all. but i'm manifestly phasing back into livejournal, and that mandates a bit of tidying up. which means: IMPENDING FRIENDS CUT AHOOOOOOY. and there ain't no pussy-footin' around when i cut friends. BITCH, I WILL CUT YOU, AND THAT IS A THREAT. MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS.

...oh ho, had you going, didn't i? yeah. there will be no friends cut. i just wanted to sit back and watch the good ol'-fashioned lj-style shitstorm. ah, it's good to be home.

well. i did delete a few accounts from my flist. but um. i didn't remember adding them to begin with? if you're reading this right now and you think i made a grievous mistake, please chime in and deliver me a harangue about what an idiot i am.

yeah, so. in conclusion: i'm a dunderhead. a dunderhead who is keeping this account--but there may yet be a name change in store, so keep yer eyes out fer that plox.

hmm. so as to allow myself to pretend that there is in fact some substance in this post, i am going to tell you about a website i am currently loving the fuck out of. it is called weheartit.com (or "we hear tit," as i'd originally pronounced it, which i infinitely prefer), and it's a place where you pack-rat all your favorite images. like delicious, but specifically for shiny things. or: like flickr, but for those who prefer plagiarism to industry--erm, i mean collecting to creating. here's muh heart. you should get an account there too, and we could "follow" each other like the stalkers we are.

tonight i realized that collins is my favorite rent character. if i were a facebook quiz, i would think this truth spoke volumes about me. but seriously, folks, why is collins never anyone's favorite? this befuddles me. collins is the man. i want to smash the state with him, and then get wicked drunk and laugh about how totally ridiculous we are.

...yeah, rent. i always listen to rent 'round the holidays. who else here does that? ADMIT IT, GODLESS SODOMITES. or at the very least, admit you're a godless sodomite.

anyway. yeah. merry christmas to all you godless sodomites and to all you christian folk who actually celebrate the holiday. enjoy your eggnog. and i hope the monstrous number of times i've said "yeah" in this entry didn't spoil your holiday cheer.

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