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Post by Rascarin on Jul 3, 2009 22:10:12 GMT 1
I've decided that in the absence of any interesting news, I'll be filling the News Fader with random poetry or other famous works. Because I damn well can. Anybody who doesn't know where the current writing is from (or who googles it before they guess) gets a slap. No pretending, either. You know who you are.
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Post by Mister Buch on Jul 3, 2009 22:35:48 GMT 1
Anybody who doesn't know where the current writing is from (or who googles it before they guess) gets a slap. No pretending, either. You know who you are. *Strokes beard and nods...* Yes, I beleive it is the theme from 'The Jeffersons'... (This idea is perfectly lovely. It was a really good thing to read all that good stuff without expecting to.)
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Post by Hodster on Jul 4, 2009 0:18:20 GMT 1
HEY! You can't spam the news... (waits till the end of the news) Oh I guess you can.
Also I'll put my truthful guess that its "Romeo and Juliet"... I hate that play.
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Post by Rascarin on Jul 4, 2009 1:24:43 GMT 1
Cupcakes for Hodster!!!
I don't like it much, either, but dammit, I was bored and it was all that came to mind.
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Post by Hodster on Jul 4, 2009 2:16:04 GMT 1
HUZZA! *devours the cupcakes*
Send another poem thing my way!
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Post by Mister Buch on Jul 4, 2009 10:22:35 GMT 1
Damnit! Cupcakes?! Next time, no joke answers...
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Jul 4, 2009 12:22:15 GMT 1
K, looks like I'll get the dunce hat and sitting in that corner, I just gave up with that quote, really.
Wait I just know the answer... without googling!
Ulysses?
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Post by Rascarin on Jul 4, 2009 12:31:27 GMT 1
Cupcakes for Tillian!
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Jul 4, 2009 12:32:46 GMT 1
Woohoo! *starts nibbling on the cupcake*
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Post by Mister Buch on Jul 5, 2009 12:35:48 GMT 1
You could use this poem as good inspiration for a story about Ashley and her drives and relationship with her father. This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the scepter and the isle— Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labour, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good. And the part at the end could be used as a sort of motto for the Williams'... Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. I'mreading classic poetry and all I can think about is Mass Effect
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Jul 5, 2009 12:48:04 GMT 1
Nice idea but didn't someone already wrote a story about Ashley's past though?
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Post by Mister Buch on Jul 5, 2009 13:23:25 GMT 1
Probably a few, yes. I know one. This one would be all about her dad though.
I'm not going to write it or owt. Just saying there's potential there.
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Jul 5, 2009 13:29:11 GMT 1
Hmm... good point I might try it but once I get two of my stories out of the way first before I can start thinking about it.
Writing does made me exhusted sometimes, really. Not in a bad way but guess being 23 and all does starting to grat a bit...
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Post by Hodster on Jul 5, 2009 17:19:42 GMT 1
I'mreading classic poetry and all I can think about is Mass Effect This is good
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Post by Rascarin on Jul 5, 2009 19:25:46 GMT 1
The full version of the poem in the News Fader, because I rather like it:
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow-- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand-- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep--while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?
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