{ DPS. }

Dead Poets Society = &hearts. The problem is not so much saying what you mean, nor is it one of loving what you read, more that now we have to look to other people when we say what we say, and attribute it to them for fear of invalidating ourselves by repeating what has come before. Ironic, of course, in our post-modernist age where everything is as it was before, but said with a twist of the tongue.

{ shut up & sing. }

ilu DC.

 

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In other news, whilst I don't feel sick anymore, my head is still stuffed full of cold and today will be spent reading Ulysses because I love it am behind. Will probably re-watch Hitchcock's Rebecca and take some more notes on the lighting, then will either watch Breakfast at Tiffany's or re-watch Dead Poets Society. (Um. How did I not know Josh Charles was in this movie?! Also, in compare to this, Mona Lisa Smile is the pits. Not that I was ever a fan of Julia Roberts in that movie but still. AND ROBERT SEAN LEONARD KILLS. He's just amazing. And has a fabulous jawline.)

To conclude: I have been writing drabbles. I'm hoping there will be around 60 when they're done so if any Numb3rs fans (or non-fans, I don't care) want to help me out with a mass beta, much appreciated.

edit: twincy, am working on that thing I promised you. Also, age becomes a scary, scary thing when your 12 year old cousin is sporting taglines like: "I tried to sniff coke once but the ice cubes got stuck up my nose."

{ I don't want to be a triangle! }

>> delgaserasca
>> tja_rama

Apparently we're going to Talking Heads tonight. Apparently I am only randomly injected with an enthusiasm for learning and at all other times find myself prostrate before the altar of All Things Fandom. (LASS forever!)