Author: foxtongue

Our mythical children will grow up rich

The Hanged Man says:

K. Let me know when it is in hand. Also: Does being ready for around 8:30 AM tomorrow work for you?

camping mon – fri says:

oh christ

camping mon – fri says:

            okay

 

List:
 
you
snow
slave boy
clean tub
massage oils
passionfruit gelati
strawberries
8 skeins of silk
 
Course, it would have to be a slaveboy because otherwise, oh the guilt at having someone else clean my tub.
 
Ian has promised that I get to wake up to ice-cream if I’m up and ready by 8:30. It’s going to work.
 
Last night was nice. Many many introductions. I’m becoming a familiar face there again. Either that or a girl in a little nightie with pigtails is somehow more approachable than someone decked out in spikes. I’m uncertain if it was worth the sharp pain that I seem to be bathing in now. I feel like an utter idiot. *sighs* Pulling up on the week where I want my lovely here to play with my hair. The days where I crave affection like breathing. On the dancefloor there was someone who moved like him a little. Tall too and shaped like a hypothetical little brother might be. Some millworker named Galen. Continually thrown off, I finally got tired of it and made certain to keep him in front of me because, wow, was catching Gavin in the corner of my eye getting irritating. *grinning* It felt incestuous somehow to give him the thumbs up when he picked up my friend. *laughter* 

from cyberpunk

“ Taking two popular icons and pitting them against each other is part of a grand tradition in film, whether in Freddy vs. Jason, The People vs. Larry Flynt, Kramer vs. Kramer or Star Trek V. The Final Frontier. Opening today and following in these films’ deep footsteps is Alien vs. Predator.

Never, though, has your local cinema seen a pairing like this. The coiled intensity of the Predator and raw passion of the Alien make for sexual tension so thick you can barely slice it with a shoulder-mounted laser bazooka. This is the feel-queasy monster love story of the year, a tale that makes Van Helsing look like Van Wilder. In terms of excitement, it’s all the Alien movies added up and multiplied by both Predators. “

Alien VS Predator: the film we missed

If this was the movie, I would have been first in line.

how do girls sit DOWN in things this short???

Tonight is SinCity. I’m hoping people will be there, but I’m hoping more that the laundry load with my underwear gets some time to dry before I head out the door. I am going to attempt to wear my little silk nightgown with my fishnets tonight. Not only is the hem above my knees, this is in fact the shortest thing I think I may have ever worn. When I say ever, I include being home alone and wandering around in tiny towels. Let’s put it this way: My coat is a full foot longer than this blue silk. I’m a wee bit scared. I remind myself that bravery is synonymous with stupidity and I tell myself to change. If laundry is done in time, I just may. If not, I will force myself into anime pigtails just to top the fear as much as possible and ride it out. Think of it like any other costume, (in spite of it showing above my knees), and leave attempting to feel brash. Really, it’s masochistic, but I’m trying to deal with some fairly strong ingrained prudishness.

Jump in – it’s only fire.
On some level I feel I deserve this. I scare people all the time, it’s damn well my turn. I look someone in the eyes and I hit them with thier own desires. No-one should ever be able to accuse me of playing with such things. I should carry them and hard. This is my come-uppance. My fronting for the words. I can be just as strong as I feel. Clench my teeth. Bite, hit, and punish this fear.

If I remember, I will have more certainty than you do. I will stare those demons down.

Our house is a house of language, ideas. This text and that music. My house is a place of no worship, but my gods will win. I have remembered how to smile. This child has not grown up, but this child, this child, oh! Let her grow claws. Let her take fangs and create a devil in red. whenever i’m alone with you, you make me feel like i am whole again I am wanting friends to be there tonight. Not people, not even simply friends. I want the older ones there. Experienced in ways that can see maybe who I’ll be someday. The ones that know me just well enough to have had to have me walk on glass next to them. The people that will note and repect that I don’t want thier helping hands, but appreciate them through hissing breaths. i’ll always love you It would be sweet to be able to dance through this. By the end of the evening, I want to be able to walk my way deathly through Upper Crackton without a glimmer of nervousness. I will be more aware of them than they are of me. I want by the end of this night to know I can do this and do it well.

Once when I was seven I went to a fosterhome.

I could trust you if I want to.

why an accordian? Why any of this? Where did it come from?

I went to write a letter today to someone and instead I seem to have spit out a tiny piece of fiction. I haven’t touched this at all. No editing. Barely a scan to check for spelling errors. Any thoughts?

*launch the accordion solo*

“This… you know what this is for”. She looks pointedly for a moment of silence at someone in the audience. Her dress is uninteresting but the way she holds the look says she wants you to want to find out what she could do with what’s underneath it. Then the voice begins. Her singing is a mix of spoken word and passionate scratch. Whisky voiced singing. Losing the notes singing. Suddenly, you are bored and feel like leaving. There’s nothing here you haven’t heard a hundred times before. You stretch a bit unobtrusively where you stand at the back and sneak a planning look at the exit across the room. Would it be better to wait until she’s done or simply walk out hunched over in front of everyone? You start to contemplate routes and it hits you. Being outside is an improvement, but you don’t even want to hang around. Your friends are in the next set, but it’s not even worth it. Outside the air is cooler. After the heat inside, it’s more than refreshing. You do it, just go. You know the girl on stage has seen you, but you don’t care. The look at the beginning wasn’t for you. She’s looking for someone to leave money on the table in the morning and last time it was supposed to be you, but last time you made certain she knew you weren’t interested. There’s people standing in the doorway, but it’s only a second to slip past them. The sky above is dark and you look up, letting the blue sooth your thoughts. Your arms involuntarily reach for the sky and you slip your shirt off over your head. The smokers give you a look, but you simply tuck it into the belt of your blue cut-offs. It’s the summertime, what should they care. Desire – you want to be out of this city. You want to be somewhere the streetlights don’t burn quite so orange. There’s a girl waiting for you out there. Now her it’s nice to see naked. You even know her name, but she’s somewhere far away. She’s next to the ocean, over the mountains. For a second you remember a snippet of your last conversation with her and you smile. It’s funny how life flows sometimes. You realize as you walk away from the club that you left half a beer unfinished on the counter and it doesn’t matter. You’re not going back.

got that look in the eyes. the one that says they’re here until they’re gone

It’s 6:oo in the morning almost to the dot when I come home and I am JUST realizing that this evening I help Dominique move. *smacks head* AND I have a party tonight. Lucky I guess in that the party is a geek thing and will be only a few blocks away. It’s over at Hawk and Pender, so walking distance. Wish it were a real party, but then again, work tomorrow. Damn. And SinCity tomorrow. Then Sunday, which is work then straight to Silva’s goodbye to her home party, then leave early Monday for Denman. This might hurt a little. Like, maybe more than a little. *shakes head* I dance quite a bit more at SinCity than I do anywhere else. Fetish nights let me dance howsoever I feel like. *wicked* It’s a wee bit more exercise that way.

The Freethinkers Social started off with the Directors Cut of Bladerunner, (I’ve never seen the other version, though it’s on my list), and eventually everyone was picked off one by one by the sniper Hours, and Ian and Bob and I were the last out. I come back to my box to on-line with Dean making atrocious pedophile jokes. Apparently he is up at such an atrocious hour to spend time painting with little ones. I said I would get up so early just to go spend time with him and the children. I can’t think of anyone better to spend time with kids.

Purely Electronic says:
we play the ‘lift up your shirt game’

Purely Electronic says:
and….’naked movie star’

So far, it’s a good start to a day.

*laughter*

Except, well, Ray isn’t coming camping.
For those unaware, I have madly agreed to a Mon-Fri week at Denman Island with Ian and Ethan. This will be a delightful week in delightful company, but I expect to be intellectually picked on at least once an hour and for there to be enough pedantics to perhaps flatten souls. There will be no purity in this trip. Wit and sharp scathing hormonal girl. This has the potential to be special like a unique case-study murder. I have not been camping for years. I had in fact half forgotten that such a trip was in the works. I assumed it was not this week but the next. We have yet to scrounge a tent. I can’t imagine what my life would be like if I were one of those people that required organization and more than ten minutes to get out of the house. This girl already knows she’s in for four in the morning laundry and tossing stuff into a bag unplanned last minute. Toothbrush, check, bloodrags, check, four foot lizard, check. Everything else is up to chance.

I kid, but I’m not actually worried. Course, it’s also looking like I never actually worry about anything. This in itself is worrisome or I’m starting to think my lack of worry is an indicator I know something I don’t. *grinning* I’m also thinking I should never stay up existing for two days soley on Kyle’s brownies ever again. Manic does not equal sleepy. I’m going to have to go out and get choco-covered esspresso beans again for when I need to get to sleep. This is slightly silly. I knew as soon as I lie down and closed the eyelids, dreams will flicker happening and I will be swept off, my soul let to roam free in my City.

living will happen one day she says:
what are you doing up? it isn’t safe to be out right now. this is when the dead roam the earth

living will happen one day she says:
soulless dead who rot piece by piece in little boxes

I think they call them cubicles

book list -> 160/510

 Very long booklist meme from , from
Here’s how it goes:
* bold those books you’ve read
* italicize started-but-never-finished
* add three of your own
* post to your livejournal/greatestjournal

1. The Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien
2. Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austin
3. His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman
4. The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams
5. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, JK Rowling
6. To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee
7. Winnie the Pooh, AA Milne
8. 1984, George Orwell
9. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, CS Lewis
10. Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte

11. Catch-22, Joseph Heller
12. Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
13. Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks
14. Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier
15. The Catcher in the Rye, JD Salinger
16. The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame 
17. Great Expectations, Charles Dickens
18. Little Women, Louisa May Alcott
19. Captain Corelli ‘s Mandolin, Louis de Bernieres
20. War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy
21. Gone with the Wind, Margaret Mitchell
22. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s/Philosopher’s Stone, JK Rowling
23. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, JK Rowling
24. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, JK Rowling
25. The Hobbit, JRR Tolkien
26. Tess Of The D’Urbervilles, Thomas Hardy
27. Middlemarch, George Eliot
28. A Prayer For Owen Meany, John Irving
29. The Grapes of Wrath, John Steinbeck
30. Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland, Lewis Carroll
31. The Story Of Tracy Beaker, Jacqueline Wilson
32. One Hundred Years Of Solitude, Gabriel Garcia Marquez
33. The Pillars Of The Earth, Ken Follett
34. David Copperfield, Charles Dickens
35. Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, Roald Dahl
36. Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson
37. A Town Like Alice, Nevil Shute
38. Persuasion, Jane Austen
39. Dune, Frank Herbert
40. Emma, Jane Austen
41. Anne Of Green Gables, LM Montgomery
42. Watership Down, Richard Adams
43. The Great Gatsby, F Scott Fitzgerald
44. The Count Of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas
45. Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh
46. Animal Farm, George Orwell
47. A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens
48. Far From The Madding Crowd, Thomas Hardy
49. Goodnight Mister Tom, Michelle Magorian
50. The Shell Seekers, Rosamunde Pilcher
51. The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett
52. Of Mice And Men, John Steinbeck
53. The Stand, Stephen King
54. Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy
55. A Suitable Boy, Vikram Seth
56. The BFG, Roald Dahl
57. Swallows And Amazons, Arthur Ransome
58. Black Beauty, Anna Sewell
59. Artemis Fowl, Eoin Colfer
60. Crime And Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky
61. Noughts And Crosses, Malorie Blackman
62. Memoirs of a Geisha, Arthur Golden
63. A Tale Of Two Cities, Charles Dickens
64. The Thorn Birds, Colleen McCollough
65. Mort, Terry Pratchett
66. The Magic Faraway Tree, Enid Blyton
67. The Magus, John Fowles
68. Good Omens, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman
69. Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett
70. Lord Of The Flies, William Golding
71. Perfume, Patrick Susskind
72. The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists, Robert Tressell
73. Night Watch, Terry Pratchett
74. Matilda, Roald Dahl
75. Bridget Jones’s Diary, Helen Fielding
76. The Secret History, Donna Tartt
77. The Woman In White, Wilkie Collins
78. Ulysses, James Joyce
79. Bleak House, Charles Dickens
80. Double Act, Jacqueline Wilson
81. The Twits, Roald Dahl
82. I Capture The Castle, Dodie Smith
83. Holes, Louis Sachar
84. Gormenghast, Mervyn Peake
85. The God Of Small Things, Arundhati Roy
86. Vicky Angel, Jacqueline Wilson
87. Brave New World, Aldous Huxley
88. Cold Comfort Farm, Stella Gibbons
89. Magician, Raymond E. Feist
90. On The Road, Jack Kerouac
91. The Godfather, Mario Puzo
92. The Clan Of The Cave Bear, Jean M Auel
93. The Colour Of Magic, Terry Pratchett
94. The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho
95. Katherine, Anya Seton
96. Kane And Abel, Jeffrey Archer
97. Love In The Time Of Cholera, Gabriel Garcia Marquez
98. Girls In Love, Jacqueline Wilson
99. The Princess Diaries, Meg Cabot
100. Midnight ‘s Children, Salman Rushdie
101. Three Men In A Boat, Jerome K. Jerome
102. Small Gods, Terry Pratchett
103. The Beach, Alex Garland
104. Dracula, Bram Stoker
105. Point Blanc, Anthony Horowitz
106. The Pickwick Papers, Charles Dickens
107. Stormbreaker, Anthony Horowitz
108. The Wasp Factory, Iain Banks
109. The Day Of The Jackal, Frederick Forsyth
110. The Illustrated Mum, Jacqueline Wilson
111. Jude The Obscure, Thomas Hardy
112. The Secret Diary Of Adrian Mole Aged 13 1/2, Sue Townsend
113. The Cruel Sea, Nicholas Monsarrat
114. Les Miserables, Victor Hugo
115. The Mayor Of Casterbridge, Thomas Hardy
116. The Dare Game, Jacqueline Wilson
117. Bad Girls, Jacqueline Wilson
118. The Picture Of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
119. Shogun, James Clavell
120. The Day Of The Triffids, John Wyndham
121. Lola Rose, Jacqueline Wilson
122. Vanity Fair, William Makepeace Thackeray
123. The Forsyte Saga, John Galsworthy
124. House Of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski
125. The Poisonwood Bible, Barbara Kingsolver
126. Reaper Man, Terry Pratchett
127. Angus, Thongs And Full-Frontal Snogging, Louise Rennison
128. The Hound Of The Baskervilles, Arthur Conan Doyle
129. Possession, A. S. Byatt
130. The Master And Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov
131. The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood
132. Danny The Champion Of The World, Roald Dahl
133. East Of Eden, John Steinbeck
134. George ‘s Marvellous Medicine, Roald Dahl
135. Wyrd Sisters, Terry Pratchett
136. The Color Purple, Alice Walker
137. Hogfather, Terry Pratchett
138. The Thirty-Nine Steps, John Buchan
139. Girls In Tears, Jacqueline Wilson
140. Sleepovers, Jacqueline Wilson
141. All Quiet On The Western Front, Erich Maria Remarque
142. Behind The Scenes At The Museum, Kate Atkinson
143. High Fidelity, Nick Hornby
144. It, Stephen King
145. James And The Giant Peach, Roald Dahl
146. The Green Mile, Stephen King
147. Papillon, Henri Charriere
148. Men At Arms, Terry Pratchett
149. Master And Commander, Patrick O’Brian
150. Skeleton Key, Anthony Horowitz
151. Soul Music, Terry Pratchett
152. Thief Of Time, Terry Pratchett
153. The Fifth Elephant, Terry Pratchett
154. Atonement, Ian McEwan
155. Secrets, Jacqueline Wilson
156. The Silver Sword, Ian Serraillier
157. One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, Ken Kesey
158. Heart Of Darkness, Joseph Conrad
159. Kim, Rudyard Kipling
160. Cross Stitch, Diana Gabaldon
161. Moby Dick, Herman Melville
162. River God, Wilbur Smith
163. Sunset Song, Lewis Grassic Gibbon
164. The Shipping News, Annie Proulx
165. The World According To Garp, John Irving
166. Lorna Doone, R. D. Blackmore
167. Girls Out Late, Jacqueline Wilson
168. The Far Pavilions, M. M. Kaye
169. The Witches, Roald Dahl
170. Charlotte’s Web, E. B. White
171. Frankenstein, Mary Shelley
172. They Used To Play On Grass, Terry Venables and Gordon Williams
173. The Old Man And The Sea, Ernest Hemingway
174. The Name Of The Rose, Umberto Eco
175. Sophie’s World, Jostein Gaarder
176. Dustbin Baby, Jacqueline Wilson
177. Fantastic Mr. Fox, Roald Dahl
178. Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov
179. Jonathan Livingstone Seagull, Richard Bach
180. The Little Prince, Antoine De Saint-Exupery
181. The Suitcase Kid, Jacqueline Wilson
182. Oliver Twist, Charles Dickens
183. The Power Of One, Bryce Courtenay
184. Silas Marner, George Eliot
185. American Psycho, Bret Easton Ellis
186. The Diary Of A Nobody, George and Weedon Gross-mith
187. Trainspotting, Irvine Welsh
188. Goosebumps, R. L. Stine
189. Heidi, Johanna Spyri
190. Sons And Lovers, D. H. Lawrence
191. The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera
192. Man And Boy, Tony Parsons
193. The Truth, Terry Pratchett
194. The War Of The Worlds, H. G. Wells
195. The Horse Whisperer, Nicholas Evans
196. A Fine Balance, Rohinton Mistry
197. Witches Abroad, Terry Pratchett
198. The Once And Future King, T. H. White
199. The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Eric Carle
200. Flowers In The Attic, Virginia Andrews
201. The Silmarillion, J.R.R. Tolkien
202. The Eye of the World, Robert Jordan
203. The Great Hunt, Robert Jordan
204. The Dragon Reborn, Robert Jordan
205. Fires of Heaven, Robert Jordan
206. Lord of Chaos, Robert Jordan
207. Winter’s Heart, Robert Jordan
208. A Crown of Swords, Robert Jordan
209. Crossroads of Twilight, Robert Jordan
210. A Path of Daggers, Robert Jordan
211. As Nature Made Him, John Colapinto
212. Microserfs, Douglas Coupland
213. The Married Man, Edmund White
214. Winter’s Tale, Mark Helprin
215. The History of Sexuality, Michel Foucault
216. Cry to Heaven, Anne Rice
217. Same-Sex Unions in Premodern Europe, John Boswell
218. Equus, Peter Shaffer
219. The Man Who Ate Everything, Jeffrey Steingarten
220. Letters To A Young Poet, Rainer Maria Rilke
221. Ella Minnow Pea, Mark Dunn
222. The Vampire Lestat, Anne Rice
223. Anthem, Ayn Rand
224. The Bridge To Terabithia, Katherine Paterson
225. Tartuffe, Moliere
226. The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka
227. The Crucible, Arthur Miller
228. The Trial, Franz Kafka
229. Oedipus Rex, Sophocles
230. Oedipus at Colonus, Sophocles
231. Death Be Not Proud, John Gunther
232. A Doll’s House, Henrik Ibsen
233. Hedda Gabler, Henrik Ibsen
234. Ethan Frome, Edith Wharton
235. A Raisin In The Sun, Lorraine Hansberry
236. ALIVE!, Piers Paul Read
237. Grapefruit, Yoko Ono
238. Trickster Makes This World, Lewis Hyde
239. The Missing Number
240. The Mists of Avalon, Marion Zimmer Bradley
241. Chronicles of Thomas Convenant, Unbeliever, Stephen Donaldson
242. Lord of Light, Roger Zelazny
242. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay, Michael Chabon
243. Summerland, Michael Chabon
244. A Confederacy of Dunces, John Kennedy Toole
245. Candide, Voltaire
246. The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar and Six More, Roald Dahl
247. Ringworld, Larry Niven
248. The King Must Die, Mary Renault
249. Stranger in a Strange Land, Robert Heinlein
250. A Wrinkle in Time, Madeline L’Engle
251. The Eyre Affair, Jasper Fforde
252. The House Of The Seven Gables, Nathaniel Hawthorne
253. The Scarlet Letter, Nathaniel Hawthorne
254. The Joy Luck Club, Amy Tan
255. The Great Gilly Hopkins, Katherine Paterson
256. Chocolate Fever, Robert Kimmel Smith
257. Xanth: The Quest for Magic, Piers Anthony
258. The Lost Princess of Oz, L. Frank Baum
259. Wonder Boys, Michael Chabon
260. Lost In A Good Book, Jasper Fforde
261. Well Of Lost Plots, Jasper Fforde
262. Life Of Pi, Yann Martel
263. The Bean Trees, Barbara Kingsolver
264. A Yellow Raft In Blue Water, Michael Dorris
265. Little House on the Prairie, Laura Ingalls Wilder
266. There is NO 266. Move along
267. Where The Red Fern Grows, Wilson Rawls
268. Griffin & Sabine, Nick Bantock
269. Witch of Blackbird Pond, Joyce Friedland
270. Mrs. Frisby And The Rats Of NIMH, Robert C. O’Brien
271. Tuck Everlasting, Natalie Babbitt
272. The Cay, Theodore Taylor
273. From The Mixed-Up Files Of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, E.L. Konigsburg
274. The Phantom Tollbooth, Norton Juster
275. The Westing Game, Ellen Raskin
276. The Kitchen God’s Wife, Amy Tan
277. The Bone Setter’s Daughter, Amy Tan
278. Relic, Duglas Preston & Lincolon Child
279. Wicked, Gregory Maguire
280. American Gods, Neil Gaiman
281. Misty of Chincoteague, Marguerite Henry
282. The Girl Next Door, Jack Ketchum
283. Haunted, Judith St. George
284. Singularity, William Sleator
285. A Short History of Nearly Everything, Bill Bryson
286. Different Seasons, Stephen King
287. Fight Club, Chuck Palahniuk
288. About a Boy, Nick Hornby
289. The Bookman’s Wake, John Dunning
290. The Church of Dead Girls, Stephen Dobyns
291. Illusions, Richard Bach
292. Magic’s Pawn, Mercedes Lackey
293. Magic’s Promise, Mercedes Lackey
294. Magic’s Price, Mercedes Lackey
295. The Dancing Wu Li Masters, Gary Zukav
296. Spirits of Flux and Anchor, Jack L. Chalker
297. Interview with the Vampire, Anne Rice
298. The Encyclopedia of Unusual Sex Practices, Brenda Love
299. Infinite Jest, David Foster Wallace
300. The Bluest Eye, Toni Morrison
301. The Cider House Rules, John Irving
302. Ender’s Game, Orson Scott Card
303. Girlfriend in a Coma, Douglas Coupland
304. The Lion’s Game, Nelson Demille
305. The Sun, The Moon, and the Stars, Stephen Brust
306. Cyteen, C. J. Cherryh
307. Foucault’s Pendulum, Umberto Eco
308. Cryptonomicon, Neal Stephenson
309. Invisible Monsters, Chuck Palahniuk
310. Camber of Culdi, Kathryn Kurtz
311. The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand
312. War and Rememberance, Herman Wouk
313. The Art of War, Sun Tzu
314. The Giver, Lois Lowry
315. The Telling, Ursula Le Guin
316. Xenogenesis (or Lilith’s Brood), Octavia Butler
317. A Civil Campaign, Lois McMaster Bujold
318. The Curse of Chalion, Lois McMaster Bujold
319. The Aeneid, Publius Vergilius Maro (Vergil)
320. Hanta Yo, Ruth Beebe Hill
321. The Princess Bride, S. Morganstern (or William Goldman)
322. Beowulf, Anonymous
323. The Sparrow, Maria Doria Russell
324. Deerskin, Robin McKinley
325. Dragonsong, Anne McCaffrey
326. Passage, Connie Willis
327. Otherland, Tad Williams
328. Tigana, Guy Gavriel Kay
329. Number the Stars, Lois Lowry
330. Beloved, Toni Morrison
331. Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ ‘s Childhood Pal, Christopher Moore
332. The mysterious disappearance of Leon, I mean Noel, Ellen Raskin
333. Summer Sisters, Judy Blume
334. The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Victor Hugo
335. The Island on Bird Street, Uri Orlev
336. Midnight in the Dollhouse, Marjorie Filley Stover
337. The Miracle Worker, William Gibson
338. The Genesis Code, John Case
339. The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Robert Louis Stevensen
340. Paradise Lost, John Milton
341. Phantom, Susan Kay
342. The Mummy or Ramses the Damned, Anne Rice
343. Anno Dracula, Kim Newman
344: The Dresden Files: Grave Peril, Jim Butcher
345: Tokyo Suckerpunch, Issac Adamson
346: The Winter of Magic’s Return, Pamela Service
347: The Oddkins, Dean R. Koontz
348. My Name is Asher Lev, Chaim Potok
349. The Last Goodbye, Raymond Chandler
350. At Swim, Two Boys, Jaime O’Neill
351. Othello, by William Shakespeare
352. The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas
353. The Collected Poems of William Butler Yeats
354. Sati, Christopher Pike
355. The Inferno, Dante
356. The Apology, Plato
357. The Small Rain, Madeline L.Engle
358. The Man Who Tasted Shapes, Richard E Cytowick
359. 5 Novels, Daniel Pinkwater
360. The Sevenwaters Trilogy, Juliet Marillier
361. Girl with a Pearl Earring, Tracy Chevalier
362. To the Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf
363. Our Town, Thorton Wilder
364. Green Grass Running Water, Thomas King
335. The Interpreter, Suzanne Glass
336. The Moor’s Last Sigh, Salman Rushdie
337. Mother Tongue, Bill Bryson
338. A Passage to India, E.M. Forster
339. The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky
340. The Phantom of the Opera, Gaston Leroux
341. Pages for You, Sylvia Brownrigg
342. The Changeover, Margaret Mahy
343. Howl’s Moving Castle, Diana Wynne Jones
344. Angels and Demons, Dan Brown
345. Johnny Got His Gun, Dalton Trumbo
346. Shosha, Isaac Bashevis Singer
347. Travels With Charley, John Steinbeck
348. The Diving-bell and the Butterfly, Jean-Dominique Bauby
349. The Lunatic at Large, J. Storer Clouston
350. Time for Bed, David Baddiel
351. Barrayar, Lois McMaster Bujold
352. Quite Ugly One Morning, Christopher Brookmyre
353. The Bloody Sun, Marion Zimmer Bradley
354. Sewer, Gas, and Eletric, Matt Ruff
355. Jhereg, Steven Brust
356. So You Want To Be A Wizard, Diane Duane
357. Perdido Street Station, China Mieville
358. The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, Anne Bronte
359. Road-side Dog, Czeslaw Milosz
360. The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje
361. Neuromancer, William Gibson
362. The Epistemology of the Closet, Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick
363. A Canticle for Liebowitz, Walter M. Miller, Jr
364. The Mask of Apollo, Mary Renault
365. The Gunslinger, Stephen King
366. Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare
367. Childhood’s End, Arthur C. Clarke
368. Sandman: A Season of Mists, Neil Gaiman
369. Ivanhoe, Walter Scott
370. The God Boy, Ian Cross
371. The Beekeeper’s Apprentice, Laurie R. King
372. Finn Family Moomintroll, Tove Jansson
373. Misery, Stephen King
374. Tipping the Velvet, Sarah Waters
375. Hood, Emma Donoghue
376. The Land of Spices, Kate O’Brien
377. The Diary of Anne Frank
378. Regeneration, Pat Barker
379. Tender is the Night, F. Scott Fitzgerald
380. Dreaming in Cuban, Cristina Garcia
381. A Farewell to Arms, Ernest Hemingway
382. The View from Saturday, E.L. Konigsburg
383. Dealing with Dragons, Patricia Wrede
384. Eats, Shoots & Leaves, Lynne Truss
385. A Severed Wasp, Madeleine L.Engle
386. Here Be Dragons, Sharon Kay Penman
387. The Mabinogion (Ancient Welsh Tales), translated by Lady Charlotte E. Guest
388. The DaVinci Code, Dan Brown
389. Desire of the Everlasting Hills, Thomas Cahill
390. The Cloister Walk, Kathleen Norris
391. My Antonia, Willa Cather
392. Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
393. The Moonstone, Wilkie Collins
394. Conceived Without Sin, Bud MacFarlane Jr.
395. Pierced by a Sword, Bud MacFarlane, Jr.
396. Tully, Paullina Simons
397. On the Beach, Nevil Shute
398. Cat’s Eye, Margaret Atwood
399. Earth Abides, George R. Stewart
400. Double Play, Robert Parker
401. Traveling Mercies, Anne Lamott
402. Bookman’s Promise, John Dunning
403. The Seven Storey Mountain, Thomas Merton
404. We Are All In The Dumps With Jack And Guy, Maurice Sendak
405. Sabriel, Garth Nix
406. Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino
407. Kushiel’s Dart, Jacqueline Carey
408. Idylls of the King, Alfred Tennyson
409. The Jungle, Upton Sinclair
410. Dreadnought, Robert K. Massie
411. The Guv’nor, Lenny McLean
412. Farenheit 451, Ray Bradbury
413. The Blind Assassin, Margaret Atwood
414. Breakfast of Champions, Kurt Vonnegut
415. Stupid White Men, Michael Moore
416. Annie on my Mind, Nancy Garden
417. Stellaluna, Janell Cannon
418. Animal Dreams, Barbara Kingsolver
419. Coraline, Neil Gaiman
420. Sir Apropos of Nothing, Peter David
421. A Night to Remember, Walter Lord
422. Jacob Two-Two Meets the Hooded Fang, Mordecai Richler
423. The Luck of Barry Lyndon, William Makepeace Thackeray
424. The Illuminatus Trilogy, Robert Anton Wilson
425. Song for Arbonne, Guy Gavriel Kay
426. Hamlet, William Shakespeare
427. Parasite Rex, Carl Zimmer
428. 120 Days of Sodom, Marquis De Sade
429. Works of J. Fenimore Cooper (The Crater, Miles Wallingford, Homeward Bound), J. F. Cooper
430. The Awakening, Kate Chopin
431. The Importance of Being Earnest, Oscar Wilde
432. Les Enfants Terribles, Jean Cocteau
434. Chobits – CLAMP
435. Postmortem (Patricia Cornwell)
436. The Chronicles of Sleeping Beauty – A.N. Roquelaure (Anne Rice)
437. The One Hundred Secret Senses – Amy Tan
438. The House On Mango Street – Sandra Cisneros
439. Exquisite Corpse – Poppy Z. Brite
440. Lost Souls – Poppy Z. Brite
450. Cotton Mouth Kisses – Clint Catalyst
451. Party Monster – James St. James
452. Like Water For Chocolate – Laura Esquivel
453. Under The Beetle’s Cellar (Mary Willis Walker)
454. Mod a Very British Phenomenon: Clean Living Under Difficult Circumstances — Terry Rawlings, Richard Barnes
455. The Secret Life of a Satanist — Blanche Barton
456. Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain
457. My Other Life by Paul Theroux
458. A House For Mr. Biswas by V.S. Naipaul
459. When The Saints Came Marching In by Buddy Diliberto
460. Liquor by Poppy Z. Brite
461. The Last Vampire series by Christopher Pike
462. The Bad Beginning by Lemony Snicket
463. The Bridge Across Forever by Richard Bach
464. Drawing Down The Moon by Margot Adler
465. Wizard’s First Rule by Terry Goodkind
466. Symposium by Plato
467. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by JK Rowling
468. Boy by Roald Dahl
469. Coma (Robin Cook)
470. She Stoops to Conquer (Oliver Goldsmith)
471. The Buccaneers (Edith Wharton)
472. Naked Lunch, William S. Burroughs
473. Clockwork Orange, Anthony Burgess
474. The Edible Woman, Margaret Atwood
475. The Chocolate War, Robert Cormier
476. Women Who Run With the Wolves, Clarissa Pinkola Estes
477. Old Possums Book of Practical Cats, T.S. Elliot
478. The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner
479. Julius Caesar, William Shakespeare
480. The Redemption of Althalus, David Eddings and Leigh Eddings
481. The Three Sisters Trilogy, Nora Roberts
482. The Messengers : A True Story of Angelic Presence and the Return to the Age of Miracles, Julia Ingram, G.W. Hardin
483. A Room With A View, E.M. Forster
484. Stardust, Neil Gaiman
485. Peter Pan, J.M. Barrie
486. She’s Come Undone by Wally Lamb
487. Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison
488. Slaughter House Five by Kurt Vonnegut
489. The Potato Factory – Bryce Courtenay
490. Junky – William S Burroughs
491. Geisha – Liza Dalby
492. The Glass Bead Game (or Magister Ludi) – Hermann Hesse
493. The Prince of Tides – Pat Conroy
494. Snow Falling On Cedars – David Guterson
495. Dalva by Jim Harrison
496. Decent of Man by T.C. Boyle
497. Wilderness Tips by Margaret Atwood
498. A Happy Death by Albert Camus
499. Time Enough for Love by Robert Heinlein
500. The Crying Heart Tattoo by David Martin
501. A Distant Mirror, by Barbara Tuchman
502. A Brief History of Time, by Steven Hawking
503. Dhalgren, by Samuel R. Delany
504. Gravity’s Rainbow, by Thomas Pynchon
505. The Book Of Lists 1: Wallechinsky
506. The People’s Almanac: Wallechinsky
507. Anything by Robert Sheckley
508. Skin, Kathe Koja
509. 20th Century Poetry & Poetics, Gary Geddes
510. Lightning Field, Dana Spiotta

who bleeds blue?

Got a bit of an odd letter today. Just a little note in my in-box… welcoming me to the vancouver gaming guild… as member i_dont_bleed_blue….

So someone joined using my e-mail addy. It’s a mystery, but somehow not one even worth attempting to investigate. There’s no way for the mystery person to sign in because I was the one recieving the letter with the password.

Any ideas?

when friends love eachother, it’s important

So the stars were less than glorious and the mosquitoes vociferous. I’ve got little nibbles on my fingers that make typing itchy. It’s like punishment for a pitiful sin. Ian came over while Gavool and I were talking.  The lovely Shaw had planted the thought of the meteors in my head. Hours and hours later I brought it up as a good idea. Our thought was to hit Wreck Beach as the least light polluted place in the city, but we ended up on Burnaby Mountain. Victoria, Kyle, and some of his friends had already planned to meet up there for 11. *grinning* But a simple thing to hop on that bandwagon. We nabbed food, which became extra bonus as it turns out Kyle had made a pan of death brownies. His friends bowed out fairly early, and Ian left around 12:30. As it seems that Pacific Spirit Park closes around 1, we drove our way up the mountain when the police booted us all out. Either that or get towed, right? So up on Burnaby mountain there’s this field called Lot 5. It’s been there for years. Just a random field sort of tucked away in a large circle of trees for no known reason. The theory says they were planning on putting residentials in, but they just never got around to it. As a result, it’s a wide open space full of deep ruts hidden by long grass and patches of spiky rocks. Also full of mosquitoes. Evil mosquitoes. Mosquitoes ripe for killing because they’re re-incarnated shreds of S.S. souls. We discovered this after almost breaking our ankles attempting to manoeuvre the field and giving up to spread out blankets on the pointy rocks. At first we all lie separately, but it became obvious that huddling against the invading whining army was the best plan of action. Kyle, Victoria, and I curled mobius strip and tried to watch the sky. Instead we just lie and talked. Life, love, the idiocies and vagaries of powerful children. The peak was to be two, but there was no noticeable difference. Tiny streaks of light, not even leaving proper trails behind them. The most impressive flare of the night was seen while we were still at the park.

Wished Gavin were there, the four of us tossing evil rocks away so we could lie without dying and using eachother as cuddly pillows. It would have been sweet to try and hear his lisp through the heat of his belly. *smiling* Hanging out with Kyle and Victoria makes me occasionally extra happy as there are aspects very bittersweet. I think in many ways we’re similar, but not quite. I feel somehow that it’s like watching a young happy version of myself that never had a chance to exist. They attack eachother all the time and are obviously simply in love. Kyles trying to get Victoria to sign a contract for thier one year anniversary that states that he’s allowed to kill her and mutilate the body in any way he does so choose and as she’s signed the paper, it’s to be thought of as suicide. He’s got it all written up. It’s awfully sweet. We were left alone in the car for a few minutes while she dropped something off quick in the school. Kyle was curled up backwards on the front seat and I was slouched with my feet up against the back of it. He said, “as much as I talk about it, I don’t want her to die yet.” I said “I know. It’s always the next time you see her. You should always kill her the next time.” And he looked up at me just happy for a moment, “yes, and I don’t know what it is quite” “It’s a declaration of need, Kyle, the sweetest thing there is”  He tilted his head over, “I’m not allowed to say that, I can’t do it.” “Yeah – I’m good at that. I always say those” “You do and yet you stay independant. It should be illegal. You have your cake and eat it too.” At which point Victoria came back and conversation shifted. Ten minutes later, stepping into the 7-11 at the foot of the mountain, I met Kyles eyes and held them as he held the door open. Walking in, I said “It’s no fun if you have your cake and can’t lick the icing”