Go see House of Usher.
Today was pretty boring. Again. As usual. I vaccuumed, went to uni, went to last Asian Studies tute wherin I drank beer aand ate wedges at the bar, which was fun. Then came home.
YAY! Yukako's coming to visit! But only for 11 days :(
Link of the day is Oil and Vinegar by one of my LJ friends
jubilancy, which is really really cute and I love it. Only written recently too.
Pics of the day, one Sinfest and one repeat, which inspired my
contrelamontre blurring colours challenge fic, posted below.


DISCLAIMER: I made the following up, but it was inspired by the preceding pic.
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Elijah couldn’t play much on guitar, but what he could play he did well, and it always sounded good to me. Of course most of the time I wasn’t really paying attention much to the way it sounded. I loved to watch him play. The concentration etched in his too-young face, enormous eyes cast down, watching his own hand as it tried to do his mind’s bidding. Occasionally the tip of his pink tongue would emerge fleetingly, when he made a mistake. He was playing perfectly now, crouched, unperturbed by the hectic film crew and looming equipment that surrounded him, as any child star would be I guess. It was cold, and his hand was taking on a slightly bluish tinge amongst the white, but it too was unconcerned. It moved quick and sure, back and forth across the strings, which reverberated, the greywhite lines blurring against the tanwood of the guitar temporarily before redefining themselves, only to once again be disturbed from their peace seconds later. His hand moved so fast that it too blurred so that all the colours, flesh and wire and wood, merged into one through speed, creating the sounds that Elijah wanted to hear.
Me? I’m just lucky enough to be allowed to watch, hiding behind my Polaroid camera. He flashes me a grin when the director yells for him, blows a kiss before running off to work. The guitar lies forgotten against stone steps, hard defined lines and block colours, and spoils the moment.
I said goddamn
Green Queen
Today was pretty boring. Again. As usual. I vaccuumed, went to uni, went to last Asian Studies tute wherin I drank beer aand ate wedges at the bar, which was fun. Then came home.
YAY! Yukako's coming to visit! But only for 11 days :(
Link of the day is Oil and Vinegar by one of my LJ friends
Pics of the day, one Sinfest and one repeat, which inspired my


DISCLAIMER: I made the following up, but it was inspired by the preceding pic.
Play
Elijah couldn’t play much on guitar, but what he could play he did well, and it always sounded good to me. Of course most of the time I wasn’t really paying attention much to the way it sounded. I loved to watch him play. The concentration etched in his too-young face, enormous eyes cast down, watching his own hand as it tried to do his mind’s bidding. Occasionally the tip of his pink tongue would emerge fleetingly, when he made a mistake. He was playing perfectly now, crouched, unperturbed by the hectic film crew and looming equipment that surrounded him, as any child star would be I guess. It was cold, and his hand was taking on a slightly bluish tinge amongst the white, but it too was unconcerned. It moved quick and sure, back and forth across the strings, which reverberated, the greywhite lines blurring against the tanwood of the guitar temporarily before redefining themselves, only to once again be disturbed from their peace seconds later. His hand moved so fast that it too blurred so that all the colours, flesh and wire and wood, merged into one through speed, creating the sounds that Elijah wanted to hear.
Me? I’m just lucky enough to be allowed to watch, hiding behind my Polaroid camera. He flashes me a grin when the director yells for him, blows a kiss before running off to work. The guitar lies forgotten against stone steps, hard defined lines and block colours, and spoils the moment.
I said goddamn
Green Queen
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I'm friending you now not just b/c I love everything you've ever written for
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ps- love the OotP icon!
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glad you like my fics....you've only met 3 Sinfest fans? How very odd. I know quite a few.