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hummingwolf) wrote2007-11-18 11:14 pm
hummingwolf) wrote2007-11-18 11:14 pm
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let us roll all our history, to the slaughterhouse.
Aaaagh! It's November 18 already and I'm so far behind on MegaPoMo entries! How can I possibly catch up by the end of the month? Aaaaaaaghhh!
Yes, I'm panicking just like all the NaNoWriMo folks out there--just like them indeed, aside from the fact that MegaPoMo doesn't require any actual writing or anything else resembling work (unless you count my editorial process; but if that doesn't count for NaNoWriMo, why would it count for me?).
Anyway, I'm still here, I'm still tired, I'm still planning to respond to comments one of these days unless I decide to just thank everybody en masse (thank you!). I did manage to walk approximately 3.25 miles today, so I'm not a complete slug, even if it is nearly impossible to keep my eyes open (even while walking).
Have you ever had one of those days when you're rummaging through your book collection looking for something else and you suddenly realize rather to your surprise that you own a copy of E.M.W. Tillyard's slim volume, The Elizabethan World Picture? Yeah, it's a day of odd findings.
During one of several naps today, there was a dream of vampires--a dim-witted pop-cultural kind that tries to convert or kill its entire food supply--surrounding a small group of live humans who intended to fight to the death. The vampires were stronger and more numerous, so in the end there were two humans, another woman and I, trapped inside a tiny grey wooden house one or both of us must have called home since the vamps couldn't get in without invitation. Unfortunately, my partner in the struggle to survive was going even more stir-crazy than I was, very much wanting to get outside and get some fresh air no matter what the risk. At one point a group of pleasant-seeming people came to the door and talked reasonably with us, while the woman inside with me was clearly overcome by some strong emotion, or nausea, or something not quite identifiable. I suddenly realized that I had fallen asleep at some point and had no idea whether she'd gone outside or not, whether she was still human or not. So I did what I felt I had to do and took this deadly yet frighteningly easy-to-use weapon we had (it sliced off people's heads cleanly, quickly, and from a distance) and beheaded her and everyone else within range. And ended the dream confined to a tiny house in a world where I couldn't trust anybody, including myself.
Some dreams are good to wake up from.
The "last red berries" is a reference to drops of blood on the necks of the last victims in the world, isn't it? Well, that's what stupid pop-cultury type vampires get for wiping out their entire food supply. Haven't those guys ever heard of sustainable agriculture?
Yes, I'm panicking just like all the NaNoWriMo folks out there--just like them indeed, aside from the fact that MegaPoMo doesn't require any actual writing or anything else resembling work (unless you count my editorial process; but if that doesn't count for NaNoWriMo, why would it count for me?).
Anyway, I'm still here, I'm still tired, I'm still planning to respond to comments one of these days unless I decide to just thank everybody en masse (thank you!). I did manage to walk approximately 3.25 miles today, so I'm not a complete slug, even if it is nearly impossible to keep my eyes open (even while walking).
Have you ever had one of those days when you're rummaging through your book collection looking for something else and you suddenly realize rather to your surprise that you own a copy of E.M.W. Tillyard's slim volume, The Elizabethan World Picture? Yeah, it's a day of odd findings.
During one of several naps today, there was a dream of vampires--a dim-witted pop-cultural kind that tries to convert or kill its entire food supply--surrounding a small group of live humans who intended to fight to the death. The vampires were stronger and more numerous, so in the end there were two humans, another woman and I, trapped inside a tiny grey wooden house one or both of us must have called home since the vamps couldn't get in without invitation. Unfortunately, my partner in the struggle to survive was going even more stir-crazy than I was, very much wanting to get outside and get some fresh air no matter what the risk. At one point a group of pleasant-seeming people came to the door and talked reasonably with us, while the woman inside with me was clearly overcome by some strong emotion, or nausea, or something not quite identifiable. I suddenly realized that I had fallen asleep at some point and had no idea whether she'd gone outside or not, whether she was still human or not. So I did what I felt I had to do and took this deadly yet frighteningly easy-to-use weapon we had (it sliced off people's heads cleanly, quickly, and from a distance) and beheaded her and everyone else within range. And ended the dream confined to a tiny house in a world where I couldn't trust anybody, including myself.
Some dreams are good to wake up from.
'Tis the last red berries
darkening, but did you come to harm. She called
to see where the vampires feast
the abundance of food with
dislike and then kiss you more.
The "last red berries" is a reference to drops of blood on the necks of the last victims in the world, isn't it? Well, that's what stupid pop-cultury type vampires get for wiping out their entire food supply. Haven't those guys ever heard of sustainable agriculture?