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Jan. 13th, 2011 01:03 pmI have discovered the ultimate procrastination activity: write down all the dialogue you remember from Hamlet.
( Long, inaccurate, spoils things. )
( Long, inaccurate, spoils things. )
Jan. 13th, 2011
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Jan. 13th, 2011 08:47 pmSome 19th century Russian sublimities:
A flood in Saint Petersburg.
The relinquished hopes of a lost novice.
Late entries in the diary of a man going mad. [translation-dependent]
A son's first love.
Overheard stories of boys camping out.
A hunt.
A youth's inability to confess his failure.
Hallucinating lost in a snowstorm.
A river raid by night.
First shots fired across a bridge.
A sleighride in the snow.
A daughter's first love.
The tide of war turning in the woods in winter.
A horse race.
Wheat.
One's feet being held by a friend.
A conversation on a train.
Going to America.
A desperate man's conversation with a prostitute.
The confused and confusing story of Jesus kissing away confusion being kissed away.
Satan gloating in person.
The steppe's struggle with the sky.
An exasperated letter of resignation.
Black monks all over.
Never getting to Moscow.
Playing house where the telegraphs once came. [Just noticed: Summer with Monika!]
An affair begun by the sea.
Drinking tea all night.
The Swan Lake music's climax.
A flood in Saint Petersburg.
The relinquished hopes of a lost novice.
Late entries in the diary of a man going mad. [translation-dependent]
A son's first love.
Overheard stories of boys camping out.
A hunt.
A youth's inability to confess his failure.
Hallucinating lost in a snowstorm.
A river raid by night.
First shots fired across a bridge.
A sleighride in the snow.
A daughter's first love.
The tide of war turning in the woods in winter.
A horse race.
Wheat.
One's feet being held by a friend.
A conversation on a train.
Going to America.
A desperate man's conversation with a prostitute.
The confused and confusing story of Jesus kissing away confusion being kissed away.
Satan gloating in person.
The steppe's struggle with the sky.
An exasperated letter of resignation.
Black monks all over.
Never getting to Moscow.
Playing house where the telegraphs once came. [Just noticed: Summer with Monika!]
An affair begun by the sea.
Drinking tea all night.
The Swan Lake music's climax.
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Jan. 13th, 2011 09:07 pmMy footprint in culture?
A word I invented, scrotumnal, maybe eight years ago and used in a chat room a few times was either independently invented or parroted by someone else around the same time and now has almost 20 pages of google uses.
I and/or the other guy (I'll bet you anything it's a guy) bequeath it to your children. Tell them not to thank him or me.
A word I invented, scrotumnal, maybe eight years ago and used in a chat room a few times was either independently invented or parroted by someone else around the same time and now has almost 20 pages of google uses.
I and/or the other guy (I'll bet you anything it's a guy) bequeath it to your children. Tell them not to thank him or me.