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KITTAH Vs BEHBEH!
Mar. 20th, 2010 12:17 amClearly, this is the reason to have little babies. So they can fight with cats in EPIC THROWDOWNS.
Mar. 20th, 2010
Clearly, this is the reason to have little babies. So they can fight with cats in EPIC THROWDOWNS.
The Evil Looking Glass.
Mar. 20th, 2010 03:57 amThe Snow Queen, Hans Christian Andersen:
"You must attend to the commencement of this story, for when we get to the end we shall know more than we do now about a very wicked hobgoblin; he was one of the very worst, for he was a real demon.
One day, when he was in a merry mood, he made a looking-glass which had the power of making everything good or beautiful that was reflected in it almost shrink to nothing, while everything that was worthless and bad looked increased in size and worse than ever. The most lovely landscapes appeared like boiled spinach, and the people became hideous, and looked as if they stood on their heads and had no bodies. Their countenances were so distorted that no one could recognize them, and even one freckle on the face appeared to spread over the whole of the nose and mouth. The demon said this was very amusing. When a good or pious thought passed through the mind of any one it was misrepresented in the glass; and then how the demon laughed at his cunning invention. All who went to the demon’s school—for he kept a school—talked everywhere of the wonders they had seen, and declared that people could now, for the first time, see what the world and mankind were really like. They carried the glass about everywhere, till at last there was not a land nor a people who had not been looked at through this distorted mirror. They wanted even to fly with it up to heaven to see the angels, but the higher they flew the more slippery the glass became, and they could scarcely hold it, till at last it slipped from their hands, fell to the earth, and was broken into millions of pieces. But now the looking-glass caused more unhappiness than ever, for some of the fragments were not so large as a grain of sand, and they flew about the world into every country. When one of these tiny atoms flew into a person’s eye, it stuck there unknown to him, and from that moment he saw everything through a distorted medium, or could see only the worst side of what he looked at, for even the smallest fragment retained the same power which had belonged to the whole mirror.
Oh, HRC. How you always manage to both break my heart and speak undeniable truths. I think I got more of the Hobgoblin's Looking Glass than most. Thankfully, I think I'm managed to winkle most of it out.
"You must attend to the commencement of this story, for when we get to the end we shall know more than we do now about a very wicked hobgoblin; he was one of the very worst, for he was a real demon.
One day, when he was in a merry mood, he made a looking-glass which had the power of making everything good or beautiful that was reflected in it almost shrink to nothing, while everything that was worthless and bad looked increased in size and worse than ever. The most lovely landscapes appeared like boiled spinach, and the people became hideous, and looked as if they stood on their heads and had no bodies. Their countenances were so distorted that no one could recognize them, and even one freckle on the face appeared to spread over the whole of the nose and mouth. The demon said this was very amusing. When a good or pious thought passed through the mind of any one it was misrepresented in the glass; and then how the demon laughed at his cunning invention. All who went to the demon’s school—for he kept a school—talked everywhere of the wonders they had seen, and declared that people could now, for the first time, see what the world and mankind were really like. They carried the glass about everywhere, till at last there was not a land nor a people who had not been looked at through this distorted mirror. They wanted even to fly with it up to heaven to see the angels, but the higher they flew the more slippery the glass became, and they could scarcely hold it, till at last it slipped from their hands, fell to the earth, and was broken into millions of pieces. But now the looking-glass caused more unhappiness than ever, for some of the fragments were not so large as a grain of sand, and they flew about the world into every country. When one of these tiny atoms flew into a person’s eye, it stuck there unknown to him, and from that moment he saw everything through a distorted medium, or could see only the worst side of what he looked at, for even the smallest fragment retained the same power which had belonged to the whole mirror.Oh, HRC. How you always manage to both break my heart and speak undeniable truths. I think I got more of the Hobgoblin's Looking Glass than most. Thankfully, I think I'm managed to winkle most of it out.
Okay I'm really bummed out.
Mar. 20th, 2010 03:18 pmMy cousin is having a Hen's Night in her sister's house at Mt. Nasura and I just can't get there.
People keep suggesting the train, but it's *really* problematic. First of all, I'd have to spend some time on the Armadale line, and I'd be fucking terrified of being hassled. Second, I'd have to have regular clothes for the train, a change of clothes for the party, the bathers for the swimming pool, my pills. Then I'd have to stay the night at my sister's house and get the train home in the morning, which, I'm not going to lie - after the exhausting time of both having a party and sleeping (or struggling to sleep) at another person's house? Sounds like hell.
But I really want to go. I want to see the skimpy waiter guy. And I know there's going to be chocolate fondeu and a spa and the heated pool and adult FUN. :( I really wish I could go.
People keep suggesting the train, but it's *really* problematic. First of all, I'd have to spend some time on the Armadale line, and I'd be fucking terrified of being hassled. Second, I'd have to have regular clothes for the train, a change of clothes for the party, the bathers for the swimming pool, my pills. Then I'd have to stay the night at my sister's house and get the train home in the morning, which, I'm not going to lie - after the exhausting time of both having a party and sleeping (or struggling to sleep) at another person's house? Sounds like hell.
But I really want to go. I want to see the skimpy waiter guy. And I know there's going to be chocolate fondeu and a spa and the heated pool and adult FUN. :( I really wish I could go.
