Will you join me in my grave when I die?

[tilly_stratford]

Humming: Baby you're a rich man, The Beatles
Lyric sample:
How does it feel to be
One of the beautiful people?

What's happening? Where am I? What's my purpose in life? Calm down now, get a grip. Ooh, this is and interesting sensation!

I'm sorry, I'm sort of out-of-it, and I don't know why. That's why I'm quoting the Whale and refuse to write that the song I really can't get out my head, is Mellow yellow. But I didn't just tell you that.

I'm just going to add up whatever I feel like. And stop making sense. First, here's an important announcement stolen from vongroovy:

"January 27th is the birthday of Lewis Carrol, author of ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND. Alice fell down a rabbit hole into a place where everything had changed and none of the rules could be counted on to apply anymore. I say, let's do the same: January 27th, 2005 should be the First Annual LiveJournal Rabbit Hole Day. When you post on that Thursday, instead of the normal daily life and work and news and politics, write about the strange new world you have found yourself in for the day, with its strange new life and work and news and politics. Let's have a day where nobody's life makes sense anymore, where any random LJ you click on will bring you some strange new tale. Let's all fall down the Rabbit Hole for 24 hours and see what's there. It will be beautiful."

Let's just see if I can remember that now.

You remember a pencil drawing I tried to post here but didn't show? Well, I got it working! Here's the teaser:

Full version under the cut.




See! That's working, innit? Allow me to say that that is the best muscle work I've ever done. And don't blame me for the haircut, the model really had that one. I need to practise my arse-drawing-techniques though.

I'm way too childish to draw nude models. Sorry.


Just because I feel like it, I'm posting some things from my youth:

I really loved nonsense songs when I was little. I still do. Here's a couple of them, translated (it felt fun, because they don't make sense in Norwegian either):

Bridge, bridge, glasses
The clock strikes eleven
The emperor stands in his tallest castle
As white as a duck
As black as a fire
Travel, travel, soldier
You will die
The very last person
Goes into the black cauldron


And another one we used to sing on the top of our voices:

Do you remember the time
When the dumb were singing
And the fingerless played the Grand Piano? (ano-ano)
And a half-dead man
Sat on the bus and sang,
"Will you join me in my grave when I die?"

No I won't
Because my name is Nicolai
And I was twenty-five years when I was born (born born)
And my mother is a budgy bird
And my father is a tin soldier
And they were both born behind a Cola-vendor


And I never knew this by heart, but I loved it when I was young (still do), by Roald Dahl:

The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set –
Or better still, just don't install
The idiotic thing at all.

In almost every house we've been,
We've watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone's place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)

They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they're hypnotised by it,
Until they're absolutely drunk
With all the shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,
They don't climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
And wash the dishes in the sink –
But did you ever stop to think,
To wonder just exactly what
This does to your beloved tot?

IT ROTS THE SENSES IN THE HEAD!
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!
HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!
HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE!
HE CANNOT THINK–HE ONLY SEES!

'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say,
'But if we take the set away,
What shall we do to entertain
Our darling children? Please explain!'
We'll answer this by asking you,
'What used the darling ones to do?
'How used they keep themselves contented
Before this monster was invented?'

Have you forgotten? Don't you know?
We'll say it very loud and slow:
THEY...USED...TO...READ! They'd READ and READ,
AND READ and READ, and then proceed
To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!
One half their lives was reading books!
The nursery shelves held books galore!
Books cluttered up the nursery floor!
And in the bedroom, by the bed,
More books were waiting to be read!

Such wondrous, fine, fantastic takes
Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales
And treasure isles, and distant shores
Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,
And pirates wearing purple pants,
And sailing ships and elephants,
And cannibals crouching 'round the pot,
Stirring away at something hot.
(It smells so good, what can it be?
Good gracious, it's Penelope.)

So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
Then fill the shelves with lots of books,
Ignoring all the dirty looks,
The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,
And children hitting you with sticks–
Fear not, because we promise you
That, in about a week or two
Of having nothing else to do,
They'll now begin to feel the need
Of having something good to read.

And once they start–oh boy, oh boy!
You watch the slowly growing joy
That fills their hears. They'll grow so keen
They'll wonder what they'd ever seen
In that ridiculous machine,
That nauseating, foul, unclean,
Repulsive television screen!
And later, each and every kid
Will love you more for what you did.


I'm going to be such a cruel mother.

Comments

[lexxie-lizzie.livejournal.com]

have you heard the nursery rhyme song?

you take a nursery rhyme, the first three lines of it, then end it with

so s/he threw it out the window, the window
the second storey window
with a heave and a ho and a great big throw
s/he threw it out the window

it's a cool song

example:

Old macdonald had a farm
e i e i o
and on that farm he had a pig
so he threw it out the window, the window
the second storey window
with a heave and a ho and a great big throw
he threw it out the window

old mother hubbard went to her cupboard
to fetch her poor dog a bone
but when she got there, the cupboard was bare
so she threw it out the window, the window
the second storey window
with a heave and a ho and a great big throw
she threw it out the window

mary had a little lamb
it's fleece was white as snow
and everywhere that mary went
she threw it out the window, the window
the second storey window
with a heave and a ho and a great big throw
she threw it out the window

little miss muffet sat on her tuffet,
eating her curds and whey
along came a spider and sat down beside her
so she threw it out the window, the window
the second storey window
with a heave and a ho and a great big throw
she threw it out the window

humpty dumpty sat on a wall
humpty dumpty had a great fall
all the kings horses and all the kings men
had thrown him out the window, the window
the second storey window
with a heave and a ho and a great big throw
they'd thrown him out the window

it's a great game to play, and you can vary the end bit to suit the grammatical circumstance as much as you like

[tilly-stratford.livejournal.com]

*Laughing that way when you have absolutely no air left*

*Gaaaaasp*

I've found a new hobby! Thankyouthankyou!

*Choke*

*Giggle*

[lexxie-lizzie.livejournal.com]

ooh, and lookit my video clip i made http://www.freewebs.com/andrewng/dedd.wmv

[tilly-stratford.livejournal.com]

Nice! Finally I now know what "binary solo" is about - and that it's genius!!

Liked the part with the toxic gases in a spray can :-)