Quirky Quandaries

because i like the sound of it

http://xkcd.com/1005/

4 months ago
haha love this post!

haha love this post!

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Soul Calibre

My goal is to become the style, talent, and caliber or George R. R. Martin or J. R. R. Tolkien, or anybody else who happens to have an R. R. in their name

“A book is not company. We engage with it, argue with it, carry it around in our pockets and minds, are haunted by memories of it for years. But it doesn’t argue back, doesn’t engage, never inquires how our day has been, gives only what it wishes. Books are selfish. Everything, every word, is on their terms.

That’s what I like about them.”

Rick Gekoski

A Lazy, Powerless Day

Today was a normal late-starting Sunday, and I woke up in eager anticipation of beginning the second book of George R.R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire, because, frankly, the first book was very good. It was so good that I could not stop reading the night before until I had finished, which was about five o’ clock in the morning.

But, lo and behold, when I go to flip the light on beside my bed, it will not turn on. Nor will any of my other lights. Somehow not having lights makes your body not realize that it is not time to start the day yet, so my morning was more of a twilight hour for me, when the lights are dim and you don’t feel bad unwinding. So I used the four hours of my computer battery to try and figure out how not to die on battlegrounds in World of Warcraft. (Yes, I am a dork, and am very proud to say so.)

After this I realize I am hungry but am at a loss because I found three missed calls on my phone from my roommate telling me not to open the refrigerator or freezer and let the cold out. These voicemails were accentuated by the bar he had put on the refrigerator to keep me out. With no microwave, I was rather at a loss of what/how to cook something.

The one thing I did manage to succeed at is boiling a pot of water over my gas fire to have my morning/afternoon cup of coffee. I then sat by my window with my book and enjoyed the feeling of contented relaxation without any distractions. At this time, the power came back on, somewhat ruining my mood before I realized I had a recording of my favorite crime fighting TV shows from the night before.

Trees
by Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;   
A tree that looks at God all day,         
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;   
A tree that may in summer wear 
A nest of robins in her hair;   
Upon whose bosom snow has lain; 
Who intimately lives with rain.    
Poems are made by fools like me, 
But only God can make a tree.

Trees

by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;   

A tree that looks at God all day,         

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;   

A tree that may in summer wear 

A nest of robins in her hair;   

Upon whose bosom snow has lain; 

Who intimately lives with rain.    

Poems are made by fools like me, 

But only God can make a tree.

First Post

I could not very well leave my Tumblr blank after creating it, so I feel like I must donate something to my readied canvas, though it may be dull and boring.

So, therefore, hello!