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Knitted a Jayne hat (Jayne from the series Firefly) and it turned out rather well. I'm quite proud of it. Pics coming soon.
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The End of Raven

By Edgar Allen Poe's Cat

On a night quite unenchanting, when the rain was downward slanting,
I awakened to the ranting of the man I catch mice for.
Tipsy and a bit unshaven, in a tone I found quite craven,
Poe was talking to a Raven perched above the chamber door.
"Raven's very tasty," thought I, as I tiptoed o'er the floor,
"There is nothing I like more."
Soft upon the rug I treaded, calm and careful as I headed
Towards his roost atop that dreaded bust of Pallas I deplore.
While the bard and birdie chattered, I made sure that nothing clattered,
Creaked, or snapped, or fell, or shattered, as I crossed the corridor;
For his house is crammed with trinkets, curios and weird decor -
Bric-a-brac and junk galore.
Still the Raven never fluttered, standing stock-still as he uttered,
In a voice that shrieked and sputtered, his two cents worth -
While this dirge the birdbrain kept up, oh, so silently I crept up,
Then I crouched and quickly leapt up, pouncing on the feather bore.
Soon he was a heap of plumage, and a little blood and gore -
Only this and not much more.
Then my pickled poet cried out, "Pussycat, it's time I dried out!"
Never sat I in my hideout talking to a bird before;
How I've wallowed in self-pity, while my gallant, valiant kitty.
Put an end to that damned ditty - then I heard him start to snore.
Back atop the door I clambered, eyed that statue I abhor,
Jumped - and smashed it on the floor.

I didn't write this ^ - [link]


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knitted a hat. turned out well. can't put pictures up yet. it's a present and he can't see it yet.

"I tore these from your symbol and they turned into paper....but i want to put them back"
~River - Firefly
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Celebrities with out make-up presents the Apple logo

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Fantastic screen shot from Doctor Who episode Blink from season three
Beware the weeping angel
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some days you just feel like letting the sad show through
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 Quirks of a Writer

it's got to be mechanical pencil
hair pulled back
music - really loud or really soft - gotta drown out the roar of silence
food - gotta have snacks
water? i like soda better...or applejuice
warm - comfortable - but i don't like socks or shoes, they confine
composition notebook or journal - spirals get in the way
or looseleaf, gives the "scattered thoughts" impression
outside - i like nature
inside - gotta have people, i'm a people-watcher - people are so weird, at least the sane ones are
pencils have to be everywhere - never know when you'll need a new one 
gotta be really late or really early, not daytime - twilight and dawn are best - i'm nocturnal
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Oh poor child, why do you weep? The sun is rising, look how the sky glows.
I weep for I am a child of the night and with every passing second the rays of the sun grow closer. I burn.
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until you're heart's content. set yourself free; act instead of react."

"Of all the earthly music, that which reaches farthest into heaven is the beating of a truly loving heart."
~Henry Ward Beecher~
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My alarm clock lost its voice. I missed my Italian class this morning. Sono smarrirsi e non soddisfatto.
My peanut tossing, money gathering lemur twisted his ankle. I now have a free afternoon tomorrow where I will not be playing the hammer dulcimer and handing out peanuts on the streetcorners of Cardboard Hills. 
Tonight I must remember to practice my run-on sentences. I end them far too early most of the time.

Current Music: Little Boxes - Pete Seeger

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