The Red Wedding

Hecno - Martin se je očitno zgledoval po Tolkienu. Tud v tem, kako "bratovščina" razpade in vsi umrejo oz. ne.



(Funny, dat. Martin has apparently taken it a bit after Tolkien. Also with the notion of "Fellowship" falling apart and everybody dead or presumed missing or not.)

Poor Lady Stoneheart. If only you knew... Alas, also in this case, ignorance IS bliss.


Red Wedding is something that happens in the books and as yet, hasn't been screened in the TV series released. So I did not provide a link here, since it's quite spoiler-full.

Also, her name was Jeyne freakin' Westerling.

I laughed till I cried series.

I laughed till I cried.
Enjoy.

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If you want more humour to pee your pants, I suggest the Re: Re: Re: ... Re: Lamp, or some other things out there.

How to break up with him in under ten minutes

I find this quite funny. And sadly, true. The lightsaber part. Use the force.

The first rule od a succesful breakup is stick to the plan no matter what. He will try to disturb your flow of thoughts, he might even cry or fall on the floor and start kicking, shaking, foaming and shit. Do not let that disturb you. Focus and get on with it.
 /.../
If in trouble and you run out of words use the “it’s not you it’s me” phrase. It always works without exceptions. You will boost his ego a little while dismantling it. It’s a mind fuck so use it. It’s a fucking light saber so use it. Be the Jedi.

 From: How to break up with him in under ten minutes

Word of the day - maelstrom

maelstrom
ˈmeɪlstrɒm ˈmeɪlstrɑːm
 (literary) a situation full of strong emotions or confusing events, that is hard to control and makes you feel frighteneda maelstrom of conflicting emotionsThey were being sucked into the maelstrom of war.2 a very strong current of water that moves in circles

Synonym: whirlpool

 

Got the definition from: Oxford Advanced Learners Dictionary.

 

Got the word from:
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Mitchell Zuckoff, on how he writes (on "Frozen In Time")

The following is unscrupolously copied from How I Wrote It: Mitchell Zuckoff, on "Frozen In Time" (by Neal Thompson on April 23, 2013, on Amazon. Link here.)
I found it funny and somewhat inspiring. Maybe you'll, too.

When it came time to sit and write, however, the journalist found it difficult to make himself part of the story. /.../ We asked Zuckoff to describe a few details of his writing life.

Space

I write exclusively in a book-filled, 12-foot-square office in my house, at a three-level desk crammed into a corner. On the first level is my keyboard and, to my left, a stack of documents for a book I'm either working on or should be working on. On the second level is the computer monitor, flanked on either side by more stacks of papers and high-tech tools such as scissors and a box of index cards. On the top level, to the left, is a printer, and on the right is an old-fashioned lamp with a green glass shade. From it hangs a boar's tooth necklace I was given in New Guinea. Next to the lamp is a model of the World War II plane I wrote about in Lost in Shangri-La, given to me by a friend, and metal box with an orca tooth and a dollar bill signed by everyone on the Greenland expedition I wrote about in Frozen in Time. The walls are covered with award plaques won by my wife, a photographer with The Boston Globe, along with a few I've won, which reassure me on difficult writing days. The window is on the other side of the room, which is far enough away that I can't throw myself through it on those same tough writing days.

Soundtrack
At the risk of sounding like a pretentious git, I never listen to music when I write because I'm trying to hear the rhythm of the words. I once tried listening to jazz and found myself eyeing the window on the other side of the room.

Fuel
Pretentious git, Part II: When I've reached the point in my research where I"m ready to write at length--weeks on end, usually without missing a day--I make sure I'm downing a lot of protein. Years ago, I read a great piece by Sally Jenkins of The Washington Post about writing and playing high-level sports, and one of the takeaway messages was that my natural tendency to seek a sugar high when sitting at the keyboard was about as useful as eating a bag of M&Ms to run a marathon. Having said that, when I've finished writing for the day (usually very late at night) I reward myself with something sweet, occasionally followed by a glass of port.

Words
When I'm working intensely on a book, I read books that are almost always directly related to what I'm writing--histories, biographies, sometimes technical manuals. To escape my own writing, I read The New Yorker because it cleanses some of the bad writing I'm forced to read and replaces it with beautiful voices in 5,000- to 15,000-word sonatas.

Inspiration
I'm a huge believer in the exercise-nap combo platter. I'm serious. If I exercise early in the day and take a nap, I've got the energy I need to write deep into the night.

Temptation
I mostly try to avoid questions about my writing process. No, really, I try to avoid everything. I tend to write at night, when the house is quiet, everyone including my dog is asleep, and emails aren't popping into my inbox every minute.

There you have it.

Om nom nom strawberries

This just popped up on my radar:

I got it from this site, here.

A healthy Christmas treat by Ninaroid on Flickr

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Originally pinned by LuxeFinds.com . onto Christmas Ideas

What's wrong with Star Wars prequels?

"So. If you're Qui-Gon, what do you do when one of its parts breaks down and nobody has any money?
/.../
You don't sell the BAZILLION DOLLAR ship and buy a fleet of less pretty, but completely working spaceships. That would be too sensible. Instead, Qui-Gon, in his infinite wisdom, decides to let a nine year-old enter a podrace (which he’s never completed before) in a podracer (that’s never been tested) that - and this is a fairly important detail - was BUILT BY A SMALL CHILD on the chance that this might result in winning enough money to buy the part. What could possibly go wrong? On our planet, those kind of shenanigans gets you put up on child abuse charges."

Source: http://www.ign.com/articles/2013/04/15/the-9-dumbest-decisions-in-the-star-wars-prequels?utm_campaign=twposts&utm_source=twitter

Halls of Valhalla - 13th Warrior

Just saw the 13th Warrior yesterday. Though I read the book some time ago, the movie is priceless with Antonio Banderas' face healing super-fast (maybe he got a nose job done by that blonde woman before he embarked on a ship back south), washing away gore and blood super-fast (yeah, since he's pretty, rain gushed down upon the face of his extremely hard), and ... a nice Here-We-Go-To-Fight-And-Die poem that can be heard both at the begining and the end.

Lo, there do I see my father,
lo, there do I see my mother, and my sisters and my brothers.
Lo, there do I see the line of my people,
back to the begining.
Lo, they do call to me,
they bid me take my place among them in the halls of Valhalla,
where the brave may live forever.

From motion picture 13th Warrior eulogy/elegy/Death song. (Based on "Eaters of the Dead" by Michael Crichton [Wikipedia] [on Amazon].)

Since visual art works better, here is the link to the movie clip that can be found on Youtube, whence they say the song in most solemn and manly* a manner.

Also, some nice quotes from the book here.

For those curious about the truthfulness of the cited quote: the actual verse seems to be with 'brothers coming before sisters' (as usually happens with men, out of "historical" or bodily reasons), plus another line after Valhalla one:

"They bid me take my place among them in the halls of Valhalla
Where thine enemies have been vanquished
Where the brave shall live Forever
Nor shall we mourn but rejoice for those that have died the glorious death."

                                  Wikianswers: Is the Norse Prayer from 13th Warrior real or Hollywood?

 If you were considering to tattoo it on yourself, maybe consider reading this post on Yahoo answers first.


And as often happens when you dig stuff up in books or on the internet, I got carried away, but found this rather 'lovely' page, which does have also the quote mentioned, but also a nice vow for Marriage and that for a Warrior (not sure of its authenticity, though). But if true, appears to have been influenced by Christianity, anyway.


*Manly as in ungabunga, "We must kill these people before they kills us!".

Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Lamp

This made me almost pee my pants in the university library. I highly recommend it. (Even if you don't carry humour around you all day long.)

From: Justin Flecker
Date: Sunday 6 May 2012 6.52pm
To: David Thorne
Subject: Lamp

... I received your note but you cant go onto other peoples property and take things, that's trespassing. Massanutten is a wooded area and I installed that light for security. It's a safety issue. I can't help it if some of the light goes across the road, close your curtains if it bothers you.

From: David Thorne
Date: Sunday 6 May 2012 7.41pm
To: Justin Flecker
Subject: Re: Lamp

Hello Justin,

Thank you for your email. While I accept that curtains are usually the key to community accord, in this instance they would need to be constructed of eight-inch-thick lead sheeting. Last night, with my curtains closed and bedside light off, I read a book. Wearing sunglasses. Under a blanket.

Though unconvinced that blinding local fauna is the best solution, I do understand the heightened need for security living in a wooded area such as the gated community of Massanutten demands. Having formerly lived my entire life in Australia, I am unfamiliar with much of the local wildlife but I did see my first raccoon last week. I stepped outside to have a cigarette and the raccoon, sitting less than five feet away beside an up-ended bin eating the remains of a Domino's Artisan Tuscan Salami pizza, hissed at me. Surprised, I threw myself backwards, rolled several times toward the door, and sprang to my feet holding the welcome-mat above my head to appear taller. Sometime during the roll-spring-mat maneuver, probably during the roll part as it was over gravel and I was wearing shorts and a thin t-shirt so I had to take it slow, the raccoon left. Which probably isn’t as exciting a story as it should be but this isn't Borneo and I’m not Jack London.

I did see a snake the other day though. I picked up a stick to poke it with which also turned out to be a snake. Jumping back in panic, I threw it away from me, but our dog thought I was playing fetch and I had to run and jump over a creek to get away.

As such, this weekend I intend to set up a canister of poisonous gas in my yard with an industrial fan behind it. I can't help it if some of the gas goes across the road.

Regards, David.

From: Justin Flecker
Date: Monday 7 May 2012 2.14pm
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Lamp

Is that meant to be a threat? Put something up in your window if you don't like the light, we lived here 5 years before you even moved into the neighborhood and got along perfectly with Ryan who lived at your property before you. We went to his BBQ's and I loaned him our mower. We get along with all our neighbors. I dont know what you people do in your own country but in this country we dont go onto other peoples property and touch their stuff.

From: David Thorne
Date: Monday 7 May 2012 3.37pm
To: Justin Flecker
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Lamp

Dear Justin,

In my country, terawatt globes are reserved for police helicopter chases and warning sailors of hazardous shoals. This is despite the fact that practically every living creature there can kill you in under three minutes. Our primary spoken language is screaming.

I'm not surprised you get along well with all the other neighbours. If you put fifty children with Down's syndrome in a room there is going to be a lot of hugging.

And no, it was not a threat. It was an exaggerated response to an uncompromising stance. I was taught never to make a threat unless you are prepared to carry it out and I am not a fan of carrying anything. Even watching other people carrying things makes me uncomfortable. Mainly because of the possibility they may ask me to help.

I did consider installing a floodlight as bright as yours, but this would require some form of carrying things, electrical wiring knowledge, and access to a power supply capable of producing that amount of wattage. Probably fusion. As I am told off by my partner for wasting money when I leave the light on in the bathroom overnight, I can only speculate to what her reaction would be to an electricity bill eight times our annual income for retaliatory garden lighting. She would probably have to get a third job.

It would be much cheaper to stand in my driveway and throw rocks. I can't help it if some of the rocks go across the road. You should probably put something up in your window.

Regards, David.

From: Justin Flecker
Date: Tuesday 8 May 2012 10.01am
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Lamp

Did you take our lamp again asshole? What part about not being allowed to go on our property don't you get?

From: David Thorne
Date: Tuesday 8 May 2012 10.32am
To: Justin Flecker
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Lamp

Dear Justin,

No, I did not take the light again. I relocated it again. Its current location may be discovered by deciphering the following set of clues to its whereabouts. Perhaps you could invite your friend Ryan over and treat it as a kind of treasure hunt:

1. It's in the letterbox again.
2. Look in the letterbox.

As I realise this probably won't narrow it down much for you, I will give you a third clue in the form of a riddle:

What burns with the light of a thousand suns and is in the letterbox?

Regards, David.

From: Justin Flecker
Date: Tuesday 8 May 2012 11.15am
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Lamp

I put a smaller lamp in so you can shut the f0ck up now. Don't email me again and if you ever trespass on our property again I will press charges.

From: David Thorne
Date: Tuesday 8 2012 12.02pm
To: Justin Flecker
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Lamp

Dear Justin,

What if I have a barbecue and need to send you an invitation? Is it ok to email you then?

Regards, David.

From: Justin Flecker
Date: Tuesday 8 May 2012 12.18pm
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Lamp

No it's not ok.

From: David Thorne
Date: Tuesday 8 May 2012 12.27pm
To: Justin Flecker
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Lamp

Dear Justin,

What if I need to borrow your lawn-mower? I can't invite people over for a barbecue and expect them to stand in long grass. Someone might be bitten by a snake. It's a safety issue.

Regards, David.

From: Justin Flecker
Date: Tuesday 8 May 2012 3.26pm
To: David Thorne
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Lamp

F*ck off back to Austria.