HAH. HAH.

Oven problem has been determined, and I go to Radio Shack tonight to find missing fuses.

Keep your fingers crossed, people. *knocks on wood*

Also I have The Decemberists stuck in my head. The ENTIRETY of the Crane Wife album in various snips and snatches, to be precise.

(Also our office printer is making disturbing noises and people will not stop using it. WTF.)

And, for your patience in sticking with me thus far, a meme!

Reply to this and I will...
1)Tell you why I friended you.
2)Associate you with a song/movie.
3)Tell a random fact about you.
4)Tell my first memory of you.
5)Associate you with an animal/fruit.
6)Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
7)In return, you MUST spread this disease in your lj.


(Okay, seriously. STOP USING THIS PRINTER. I AM FULL OF HATE.)

From: [identity profile] tropes.livejournal.com


(YEAH. I am trying to re-form my game collective after neglecting everyone but Meg and Soph and Karen for so long, and I am dying to play with you. :-*)

Um.

I don't know.

I think it's a combination. It's use of language and a sort of hyper-meta awareness of language and culture. You see that in Robbins, in Doty, in Stevens.

Making connections among seemingly unconnected objects, concepts.

I'm not articulate.

But Robbins makes me want to weep, he's so clever with his language. And some people hate that cleverness.

How could you hate a man who writes this:

This sentence has lost its period

Anyway.

Blah!
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