October 11th, 2005



The original poem, by Shelley. Because every LJ should have one:

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
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Buffy vs. Master Chief.

I knew Buffy would win, but I didn't expect this many votes or wide a margin.

Buffy: 146 votes.
Master Chief: 63 votes.

Grrrl Power...
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Conversations with Devon, Part 1

See? I let all the bizarreness of my life overwhelm me, and then I laugh.

Me (waiting for homework coffee at Starbucks): Dev, I love you.
Devon (perfunctorily): I love you too.
Me: No you don't! Listen to your tone!
Devon: You're right.
Me: What!?! You didn't have to agree with me! Let me live with my dream!
Devon: The red pill or the blue pill?

I don't know why, but I laughed and laughed. My daughter is so cool.
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