how could you use a poor maiden so?

[ontology]

I'm thinking that maybe this weekend I will actually have a really excellent night's sleep. This I am looking forward to.

So: I have all this stuff to do tonight, including a) some baking, b) cleaning the bedroom, and b) NaNoing. Ergo, I am drinking coffee. I don't particularly like coffee, but I need to stay up tonight, and today at work I was feeling terribly bleary again: especially as I had a grand total of one gorram customer. *facepalm* At least there were truffles to compensate. (TRUFFLES! AT MY REGISTER!) But yes: Stuff must be done, ergo, coffee + me. I want to like coffee. It's very cosy. And this is gingerbread coffee, and I very nearly like it, but that bitter undertone keeps throwing me off. It is also now cold (bleaaaaah!), but I mean to finish the cup. Eventually. (You know, maybe whipped cream and, like, cinnamon would make this more awesome.) 

I should have been cleaning my bedroom, but I did this instead: got sucked into a glorious whirlwind of traditional ballads. "Reynardine" is traditionally about either your average everyday stalker luring some girl to his castle (castle?), or it's about a werefox (hee!), or a werewolf, and it was suggested to me as a possible Vampire Ballad. Well, turns out? There are actual legitimate vampire interpretations of this ballad. I could dance. And then "The Unquiet Grave" is pretty fabulous, too, especially the versions where the lyrics are a little more menacing. Solas' version is too -- plantive? -- and not scary enough, I think. Her lover rises from the grave, you guys. And he's all "if you kiss my clay-cold lips, your time will not be long". Totally. a. vampire. Like, I can hear him saying this with a dangerous little smirk on his face and everything. I am now composing a new version that may reference vampires a little more clearly. ....Annnnd something made me decide that the innocent-enough "Early One Morning" is totally a bowdlerised version of a now-lost ballad in which the singer's lover has become a vampire, and either abandoned her so as not to eat her (CHAGRINNNNNNN!), or ... he's the non-vegetarian sort, and she is either dying or very very worried. I know how there is absolutely no reason for me to connect this ballad to vampires ... ever ... and especially not James Marsters ... oh dear, my knees get all wobbly when he sings it. Dear me. There is a tremendous deficit in instances in which James Marsters sings traditional ballads, let me tell you. 

Also? Mr Caruthers' past is kind of sordid. Eep. Poor bloke. No wonder he's so anti-social and completely unwilling to let on that he's in love with Evangeline.

Comments

[aohdwyn.livejournal.com]

sounds like you're drinking crappy coffee. Is it Starbucks? Starbucks coffee is terrible: their roasting sucks, and badly roasted beans makes bad coffee. Sorry if I start to sound overzealous here, but when I read about people drinking terrible, bitter coffee, it makes my fingers twitch -- I want to sit them down with some freshly ground Jamaica Blue Mountain and a french press, and show them REAL coffee, not this awful shite that can only be drunk disguised with a ton of sugar and cream and fake flavors. *twitchtwitch* Gawd! There aren't any Caribou Coffees in your area, are there? What about an Intelligentsia? I know Starbucks pretty much defines the term ubiquitous at this point, and I'll admit to going there when I've got a caffeine jones brewing and nowhere better to go, but they really do suck, and they charge way too much for their crappy coffee. . . Sigh.
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Sordid /how/? *fascinated look* Inquiring minds want to know!

[spockodile.livejournal.com]

I see that I am not the only enlightened soul regarding the suckitude of Starbucks. Hear, hear!

[builtofsorrow.livejournal.com]

Well. Um, in spite of the opinion of the previous commenter, I actually happen to love Starbucks coffee (& did before I became Officially Biased). I'm sure there are coffees that are better or equally as good, but some of ours are amazing (we just tend to roast them more darkly than a lot of people prefer), and I may very well send you some. And a little french press, because there is absolutely nothing in the world like a cup of french pressed coffee (especially these couple blends I've got stockpiled because they're the only ones I'll drink without a bit of molasses or cream. speaking of which: molasses helps with the bitterness.). -scampers off to work-

[builtofsorrow.livejournal.com]

Also, as I only know James Marsters from Torchwood, the thought of him singing traditional ballads is incredibly amusing. (Actually, the thought of him singing at all is incredibly amusing, and while I possess a couple of his songs, I can only listen to them without smirking if I don't let myself know it's him. Hee.)