{ yesterday's tweets. }

• 09:58 Morning world. Dear throat, please be gone! #
• 10:17 Things I still get excited about: horses trotting down the street and planes flying over head. "Look, Rents! A PLANE!" #
• 20:21 The Notebook is on tonight, but The Dad is watching some nonsense. Sigh. #
• 20:21 That said, The Dad is also in a weirdly good mood, so who knows. #
• 21:16 SQUEAKY THINGS ARE BACK SEND HELP #
• 00:32 Hey, Twitter, way to not update for 3 hours. #
• 02:12 And suddenly it is 2am, what? Bed time. #

LoudTwitter, yo.

{ I will be rocks, I will be water. }

So, Supernatural. I watched the whole of the first season, about half of the second, and then that fairy tales episode from last year. I know the basic gist of what's going on because my flist is covered in SPN stuff, and so are some of the blogs I read. I read some of the fic (the gen stuff), and then I catch the fandom being batshit and am all righteously indignant from a distance. I really had no intention of ever going back there.

Then I watched the S4 premier and loved it. What's with that?

( Supernatural, 4x01, Lazarus Rising. )

If anybody here wants to fill in the gaps, I wouldn't mind that, but I have a link to the SPN Wiki, so I think I'm pretty much set.

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Now: femgenficathon and apocalyptothon entries, woo!

{ W. S. Merwin: Separation. }

Separation
by W. S. Merwin

Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its colour.

{ W. S. Merwin: Losing a Language. }

Losing a Language
by W. S. Merwin

A breath leaves the sentences and does not come back
yet the old still remember something that they could say

but they know now that such things are no longer believed
and the young have fewer words

many of the things the words were about
no longer exist

the noun for standing in the mist by a haunted tree
the verb for I

the children will not repeat
the phrases their parents speak

somebody has persuaded them
that it is better to say everything differently

so that they can be admired somewhere
farther and farther away

where nothing that is here is known
we have little to say to each other]

we are wrong and dark
in the eyes of the new owners

the radio is incomprehensible
the day is glass

when there is a voice at the door it is foreign
everywhere instead of a name there is a lie

nobody has seen it happening
nobody remembers

this is what the words were made
to prophesy

here are the extinct feathers
here is the rain we saw

{ W. S. Merwin: Odysseus. }

Odysseus
by W. S. Merwin

Always the setting forth was the same,
Same sea, same dangers waiting for him
As though he had got nowhere but older.
Behind him on the receding shore
The identical reproaches, and somewhere
Out before him, the unravelling patience
He was wedded to. There were the islands
Each with its woman and twining welcome
To be navigated, and one to call "home."
The knowledge of all that he betrayed
Grew till it was the same whether he stayed
Or went. Therefore he went. And what wonder
If sometimes he could not remember
Which was the one who wished on his departure
Perils that he could never sail through,
And which, improbable, remote, and true,
Was the one he kept sailing home to?

{ first jobs. }

Have just put a tray of spicy home made 'fries' in the oven. Yum!

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Hi guys! Am looking for first job stories. Can be first school-time job, or Real World job (preferably the latter, but it's story time so share and share alike). How did you get said job? How long did it take you to get it? What was it like compiling your CV/sitting for the interview/when you actually got there? Did you get referred by family/friends? Were you living at home or by yourself? Were you offered the job, or did you go looking for it? Did you like it? How long before you moved on? Are you still there? Could you drive? Etc. etc.

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Yeah, I'm fucking around with job apps again and it is a laborious and depressing process. I thought maybe I'd be better suited to pursuing employ within the education system, and then I realised: but I would die. So. Back to typing cover letters.

There's a job fair on Thursday which The Dad helpfully pointed out to me, so I might go there just to see what's available. It's not on the scale of the ones I've seen before, but it's better than nothing. Oh man, I am so bad at this.

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Do NOT inhale salt and vinegar things. It stings, yo.