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From my flist, I snagged my favorite new year's resolution quote, which was in turn snagged from Neil Gaiman:
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't to forget make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
Courtesy of ponygirl.
I like that one. That's what I want...that comforts me. Today when I feel foggy in spirit, in mind, in heart, as if I'm half-asleep. Outside looks the same, dark, gloomy, gray. After yesterdays sun. Can the weather really affect a mood so? Not depressed so much as tired, fatigued, yet not sleepy.
Was watching Dead Man's Party on DVD this morning and really identified with Buffy, the sense of being all alone, even though you aren't, cut off, uncertain of future...that foggy feeling. Then switched it off and finished Tales of the Vampires - which I liked, only one reading. Favorite stories were: Father - because it showed vampires weren't just monsters, Dust Bowl - how one became a monster, The Problem with Vampires - the concept that if we aren't careful we become more monsterous than the monsters we hunt, and
Edlund's Taking Care of Business. The other stories intrigued, but they seem to be blurring as the day wears on. Also it could just be me but Whedon's tales, along with the artwork, left me a little unsettled (in much the same way I was after watching some of his commentary on Waiting in the Wings on Amy Acker and Summer Glau) that I'm not entirely sure I want to think too much about. It's basically one of those scenarios of appreciating the artist, but not wanting to, ahem, know too much? And since no one else has seen it - maybe it really isn't there?
At any rate - today I came online to be comforted and was. Thank you for that.
I think we all need to find warmth in others words every once and a while. Just for a moment.
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't to forget make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
Courtesy of ponygirl.
I like that one. That's what I want...that comforts me. Today when I feel foggy in spirit, in mind, in heart, as if I'm half-asleep. Outside looks the same, dark, gloomy, gray. After yesterdays sun. Can the weather really affect a mood so? Not depressed so much as tired, fatigued, yet not sleepy.
Was watching Dead Man's Party on DVD this morning and really identified with Buffy, the sense of being all alone, even though you aren't, cut off, uncertain of future...that foggy feeling. Then switched it off and finished Tales of the Vampires - which I liked, only one reading. Favorite stories were: Father - because it showed vampires weren't just monsters, Dust Bowl - how one became a monster, The Problem with Vampires - the concept that if we aren't careful we become more monsterous than the monsters we hunt, and
Edlund's Taking Care of Business. The other stories intrigued, but they seem to be blurring as the day wears on. Also it could just be me but Whedon's tales, along with the artwork, left me a little unsettled (in much the same way I was after watching some of his commentary on Waiting in the Wings on Amy Acker and Summer Glau) that I'm not entirely sure I want to think too much about. It's basically one of those scenarios of appreciating the artist, but not wanting to, ahem, know too much? And since no one else has seen it - maybe it really isn't there?
At any rate - today I came online to be comforted and was. Thank you for that.
I think we all need to find warmth in others words every once and a while. Just for a moment.