peanuts
More Quizilla madness:
You are Schroeder!
Which Peanuts Character are You?
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calvin and hobbes extensive strip search
Awesome. I wonder if Bill Watterson authorized this, though?
Search for your favorite Calvin and Hobbes strip at Martijn's Calvin and Hobbes Extensive Strip Search. (Not to be confused with something much more perverted.)
greek gods and the sandman
Sweet! I'm one of the Endless!
Morpheus
?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??
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OK, well, maybe I'm not Dream.
Destruction, the sixth of The Endless, you are a
rebel. You abandoned your realm, refusing to be
held responsible for all the disasters in the
world. You roam forever, trying to escape what
you are. Always on the run, and never facing
the truth, you live in denial. It’s not your
responsibility, it’s not your fault, and it’s
not your problem, even when it is.
Which Endless are you?
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Great. No wonder my life is just utter chaos, wrack, and ruin.
the rain
As a coda to my rant and rave about my love life (or, more accurately, the lack thereof), I have these bits and pieces of lyrics to pop music floating through my head:
Then the rainstorm came over me
And I felt my spirit break
I had lost all of my belief you see
And realized my mistake
But time threw a prayer to me
And all around me became still
—from “Love’s Divine” by Seal
I think that’s the song that set all of this off in my mind.
We all begin with good intent
Love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
The past could be undone
But we carry on our backs the burden
Time always reveals
The lonely light of morning
The wound that would not heal
It’s the bitter taste of losing everything
That I have held so dear.
—from “Fallen” by Sarah McLachlan
The Art of Not Wanting, once again.
This is where I start wandering off the path.
I was just guessing
At numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart
Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
—from “The Scientist” by Coldplay
I think of all those days and nights I frittered away, wishing for impossible things, trying to read between the lines and finding things that weren’t really there. Ghosts of dreams.
I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be
—from “White Flag” by Dido
And then there’s just the possibility that I’m doomed, that my Fate is set. That never shall the timelines cross, that no matter how many alternate universes I search through, there won’t be one where mine intersects with yours, not even for a brief space of time, or more bitterly, for too brief a time. Gone.
Whatever. I don’t know where I’m going with this. As usual, probably nowhere. Such is life. At least my life.