Elaby's LiveJournal - 57 Academics

I just did an LJ-watch-list purge, almost exclusively of communities the purpose for which I could no longer remember, but if I de-friended anybody in my mad clicking or or left any communities that any of you all mod and you went "???" upon receiving notification thus, just refresh my memory and I'll probably re-join :)

Trying to give the dying flame of my creativity some oxygen by leaving communities whose posts I skim past, limiting myself to a set time on the internet, and setting daily creativity goals. caitirin created a tarot spread for me and we did a reading, and it was immensely helpful. She's a wonder :)

Those of you who are extremely observant (or who've gone to my actual LJ page instead of reading me on your f'list) may have noticed that I changed my journal title. It's now "57 Academics". I didn't spell it out fifty-seven because then the whole thing wouldn't fit in a Firefox tab.

The quote comes from Doctor Who, and it's one that _melisande_ pointed out to me in particular because she thought I'd like it :3 Here, I reproduce it for you.

From the episode The Shakespeare Code, in which (surprise!) the Doctor and Martha end up in Elizabethan London and run around vanquishing witches with Shakespeare. Shakespeare's quite the hot ticket, as if we didn't all know that! He hit on Martha for a good portion of the episode. Also, this XD

The Doctor: Come on! We can have a good flirt later!
Shakespeare: *leer* Is that a promise, Doctor?
The Doctor: Fifty-seven academics just punched the air.

Ha HA! Vindication.

So queen_lily_rose mentioned Fell Ponies in one of her posts, and I had never heard of them before. They're mountain and moorland ponies and in the pictures I've seen, have lovely wild long manes and ankle fur (I'm sure there's a term for ankle fur...)

But the first thing I thought when I read the name was this definition of "fell":

adjective
1. fierce; cruel; dreadful; savage.
2. destructive; deadly: fell poison; fell disease.

And I was like O.O Thinking "Is that like... yell hounds? Like a dire pony or something?"

XD Obviously, they mean this definition:

–noun Scot. and North England.
an upland pasture, moor, or thicket; a highland plateau.

And I was just running around looking at random journals on LJ, and I came across some that made me think... what experiences (or personalities) would lead someone to fill their userinfo with defensive warnings about how while they couldn't care less about what someone thinks of them, people better not just read their journal to assume X, Y, and Z and to mock/harass them about it? About how they know everything about A, B, and C and people who don't understand it should just screw off? And then follow this up with tons of credentials, about things they've done and famous people they know and awards and accomplishments, etc.

It would suck to have to assume that everyone who happened upon your journal would view it with belligerence.

hak_42 kindly brought it to my attention, through asking about some of my HP fanart, that I apparently am teh suck at LJ tagging. Because I can't find ONE PIECE of HP fanart through using my tags. And I know I've posted some. WTF. I also have been thwarted many times in the past looking for things and not finding them because I apparently haven't tagged them. In the move over from DeadJournal, which was a thousand times less complicated than caitirin's move, I managed to organize things very badly, I think.

So I've been going through my posts and tagging them better. Most of them are all right, but sometimes I miss stuff. I've also created some new tags - one for "words," and one for "utena" that's separate from my "anime" tag, which I usually file Utena stuff under.

Also, reading some of my posts about Brit Lit class when I was a sophomore = MORTIFYING.

Sophomore Year elaby: *rants about how stupid Gawain is and totally misinterprets everything* *goes on to talk about how Poe is so much more talented than Shelley*

MA elaby: *pulls shirt up over head in embarassment*

Yeezus, how could I have said that the alliteration in Gawain was ANNOYING? It's hysterical! And after reading Malory for four weeks, OMFG give me alliteration ANY DAY. I also didn't even APPROACH understanding of Gawain's character or the narrator's attitude toward purity and being a normal human. *hides under desk*

And while Shelley may drive me BANANAS sometimes, and while I might like Poe's lyrical style better and enjoy reading his poetry more, there is no denying that Shelley kicks Poe's ass in terms of being a... a... a wordsmith, I guess. Poe's stuff is beautiful and musical, and I can read it without my head threatening to explode, but it doesn't approach the level of care and attention that Shelley's does. You could probably write twenty pages on how Shelley's use of grammar mirrors his subject matter and never even have to break out the BS. His stuff is masterfully constructed in every aspect, not just in how it sounds.

That doesn't mean I have to like his poetry. But not to respect it would be just dumb.

Er, I think I got a little off track... what I was I talking about? Oh, yes, tags. I got up to 2004 and stopped there for now.