I'd sing you to sleep, on a TARDIS's wings
I used to be a Christian, but now, I'm not too sure of what I am. Politically and spirtually, I would have to compare myself to Sarah Palin (and that's Sarah Palin, not Tina Fey, who I think is brilliant, too, but still, a lot of people tend to get them confused). As a person ... I'm not as nice as I used to be. I'm not very forgiving. I have a lot of wounds that I don't expect to heal.
I like Doctor Who, Harry Potter, The Lord of the Rings, House MD, and Bones. I spend a lot of time at Starbucks, even though I'm too broke to buy anything, most of the time. I write (well, wrote) poetry, and also a couple of plays. I love the theatre, music, and just about any type of intelligent art, though I usually loathe most people who consider themselves artists, actors, musicians, writers, or poets of any kind.
I don't have many friends, no close friends, and I'm not very close to my family. I'm just a randir, a wanderer; enduring the days to death. But I am here if you need me. Namarie.
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If I had identical twin boys....
I would seriously be tempted to name them Roman and Rory. Great names on their own and they would make any Whovian...
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I wore reindeer antlers to school today. I had a few teachers tell me to take them off
I’m slowly (very slowly)
moving over to my new blog.
Very slowly. But yeah.
Welcome to my new abode :)
-Z
((For some reason, the brilliant thought :well brilliant to me: came into me head that the 11th Doctor, and Amy and Rory Pond reminded me of Woody, Buzz and Jessie. A little. Well, Amy and Jessie are both red heads :duh: But they both depend on their two boys to get them by. And they both are independent and adventurous. Woody and the Doctor both know how to take charge, but have strong fears of being left behind. And Buzz and Rory are both one of a kind I guess. :Space Ranger and the last Roman: Gahh, maybe its just me.))
Bones S7E4: The Male in the Mail
“Quantum physicists have postulated that the way we experience time is an illusion, that it doesn’t happen in a linear way, that past and present— in reality, there’s no difference.”
of things not found within recorded time.
It is not they that have forgot the Night,
or bid us flee to organized delight,
in lotus-isles of economic bliss
forswearing souls to gain a Circe-kiss
(and counterfeit at that, machine-produced,
bogus seduction of the twice-seduced).
Such isles they saw afar, and ones more fair,
and those that hear them yet may yet beware.
They have seen Death and ultimate defeat,
and yet they would not in despair retreat,
but oft to victory have tuned the lyre
and kindled hearts with legendary fire,
illuminating Now and dark Hath-been
with light of suns as yet by no man seen.
