weialala leia!

[ontology]

So, I've realised an interesting fact about myself. Most of you will probably not be surprised.

When I enter a new fandom, or am rediscovering an old one, I attempt to connect it to Eliot somehow. Um, yes. While I was waiting to get sleepy last night, I paged through my Complete Eliot and decided that Angel (so far the most likely candidate for Elioting) might find certain passages of Ash-Wednesday and The Hollow Men rather apt. A bit of Rhapsody on a Windy Night, too. Um, yes. I have a feeling it is too late; therapy cannot do me any good now. (But just look at them, will you? I mean really.) And hey,

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

-- reminds me of Simon Tam rather a lot. Oh dear. I haven't really found anyone in any fandom who suits The Waste Land, although I can see River quoting:

A woman drew her long black hair out tight     
And fiddled whisper music on those strings     
And bats with baby faces in the violet light     
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall     
And upside down in air were towers     
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours     
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.

And most of you lot know that T.S. Eliot is Remus Lupin's favourite poet. (Shut up. He is. Look at Preludes! And Prufrock! They were practically written about him! And, um, I actually possess about half a draft of an entire Remus-fic based on Rhapsody on a Windy Night. Yes.) And that Four Quartets was written after Mr Eliot took a spin in the TARDIS (definitely post-Time War, because there are references all over the place). And ressie_noldo and I decided once that the Weialala Leia are an alien race, but that's beside the point.

So, this is Banui's brain on, er, madness. Yes. Going away now.

(Stuff about Life later, maybe. I've been having a few days half-out of the world, which is nice, but I also feel about three times as absent-minded as usual, and I've always been terrifically absent-minded.)

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[suangelita.livejournal.com]

If it makes you feel any better, I never had a social life until now. Leastaways not one that wasn't Internet Only, type thing. And you didn't answer last night when I called. I was majorly depressing and I don't even know why. Well, I sort of do.

And I'm craving chocolate... and it's not fair because I *do* have chocolate in the room, but it's *supposed* to be for my fiancé for Valentine's Day... >_>

The point of this is to say... are you doing anything this afternoon/evening after your guitar lesson? (other than writing my letter *winkwinknudgenudgesaynomore*)

[faeriemaiden.livejournal.com]

Aww, I'm sorry. My parents tend to have the answering machine pick up a lot to screen the call, as it were, since we don't have caller ID or anything of the sort. If you ever call and get the answering machine and it's pretty logical that I should be around, just leave a message -- we might be listening. :)

Don't eat Roberto's chocolate! *smacks hand* Argh, I really need to make more cookies. My family managed to eat almost all of the ones I made WHILE I WAS OUT WITH YOU. There were approximately six left when I came home. :p

I would say, we should totally stock up at Hockman's next Saturday so that it'll last a while, but you know what? IT WON'T LAST. The more we buy, the more we'll eat, is all.

My plans for this afternoon and evening involve reading up on mythological beings, writing your letter, watching Giles don a fringed sombrero and Buffy and Spike plan their wedding, Angel swooping around in a black leather coat woven of pure awesome whilst having his life narrated by Spike, listening to you tell Roberto about your new plans for the wedding, peering at bits of Star Trek in Romanian, and writhing around on the floor laughing until I am no longer capable of breath or dignity.

That was oddly prescient... ^-^