Today’s card:
My new LJ layout is finally finished. Thanks to wickedlilmiss for the inspiration, and
Laertes just plopped onto Ophelia’s coffin; he’s in full flip-out now. I don’t know if I can take much more of this, myself.
On a more pleasant note, Wednesday [one of my dogs] and Pandora [the resident cat] are sleeping tush to tush on the couch. Powerful cuteness in action.
I’m going to pull my favorite book off the shelf and flop into bed now before the foul mood takes over completely.
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Most of the members of the convent were old-fashioned Satanists, like their parents and grandparents before them. They’d been brought up to it, and weren’t, when you got right down to it, particularly evil. Human beings mostly aren’t. They just get carried away by new ideas, like dressing up in jackboots and shooting people, or dressing up in white sheets and lynching people, or dressing up in tie-dye jeans and playing guitars at people. Offer people a new creed with a costume and their hearts and minds will follow. Anyway, being brought up as a Satanist tended to take the edge off it. It was something you did on Saturday nights.
And the rest of the time you simply got on with life as best you could, just like everyone else.
There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray,
love, remember: and there is pansies. that’s for thoughts.
There’s fennel for you, and columbines: there’s rue
for you; and here’s some for me: we may call it
herb-grace o’ Sundays: O you must wear your rue with
a difference. There’s a daisy: I would give you
some violets, but they withered all when my father
died: they say he made a good end,–
For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
To-morrow is Saint Valentine’s day,
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine.
Then up he rose, and donn’d his clothes,
And dupp’d the chamber-door;
Let in the maid, that out a maid
Never departed more.
Indeed, la, without an oath, I’ll make an end on’t:
By Gis and by Saint Charity,
Alack, and fie for shame!
Young men will do’t, if they come to’t;
By cock, they are to blame.
Quoth she, before you tumbled me,
You promised me to wed.
So would I ha’ done, by yonder sun,
An thou hadst not come to my bed.
What a nut.
The following quote was the signature file on one of my customer’s emails, and I thought it was too lovely not to share:
“For attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day. For poise, walk with the knowledge that you’ll never walk alone.”
– Audrey Hepburn –
I’ve got to produce a media / press kit this weekend, and I haven’t a clue what I’m doing.
