ladymurmur

The fabulous Elise M. is having another shiny sale!!

http://elisem.livejournal.com/1832583.html

So many new shinies, and mad markdowns. Head on over and find something wonderful!

Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.

Arthur C. Clarke

The fabulous elisem is holding another shiny sale, this time in honor of her birthday:

http://elisem.livejournal.com/1767419.html

Enjoy!

elisem is having a progressive clearance sale on her current shinies. Today (the 2nd) everything is %20, tomorrow it will be %30, and so on until the 5th. On the 6th - who knows what craziness may ensue?

Here is a link to the sale: http://elisem.livejournal.com/1624129.html

I'm still fondling my last shipment of shinies from this fabulous artist, but I'll tell you a few of the sale items are calling my name!

If there is anyone on my flist who is (or knows) a computer science student in the Mpls/St.Paul metro who would be interested in an IMMEDIATE internship opportunity (part time now during school, full time potential later) let me know.

They've just posted a notice at work. Apparently the already submitted apps and resumes are all only interested in summertime internships, and there is an opening right now.

Thank you, liadan_m, for this gem!

And God saw that there were 0 errors...

It started off cleverly, and then veered in directions that I couldn't have predicted. The creation story will never be the same for me again. :-)

Was I the only person in the world who didn't know that they're making a live-action movie of Where The Wild Things Are?????

Lifted, with much love and appreciation, from celli's journal.

"Antilamentation" by Dorianne Laux.

Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read
to the end just to find out who killed the cook.
Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark,
in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication.
Not the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot,
the one you beat to the punchline, the door, or the one
who left you in your red dress and shoes, the ones
that crimped your toes, don't regret those.
Not the nights you called god names and cursed
your mother, sunk like a dog in the livingroom couch,
chewing your nails and crushed by loneliness.
You were meant to inhale those smoky nights
over a bottle of flat beer, to sweep stuck onion rings
across the dirty restaurant floor, to wear the frayed
coat with its loose buttons, its pockets full of struck matches.
You've walked those streets a thousand times and still
you end up here. Regret none of it, not one
of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing,
when the lights from the carnival rides
were the only stars you believed in, loving them
for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved.
You've traveled this far on the back of every mistake,
ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house
after the TV set has been pitched out the upstairs
window. Harmless as a broken ax. Emptied
of expectation. Relax. Don't bother remembering
any of it. Let's stop here, under the lit sign
on the corner, and watch all the people walk by.

Gacked from lenniersd:When you see this on your flist, quote some Shakespeare.

From memory, so do forgive the lack of punctuation and capital letters:

When I consider everything that grows
holds in perfection but a little moment
that this huge stage presenteth naught but shows
whereon the stars in secret influence comment

When I perceive that men as plants increase
cheered and checked e'en by that self same sky
vaunt in their youthful sap, at height increase
and wear their brave state out of memory.

Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
sets you most rich with youth before my sight
where wasteful time debateth with decay
to change you day of youth to sullied night

And all at war with time for love of you
as he takes from you, I ingraft you new.